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delicate dew orbs
clinging to grass and fungi
night’s gift to the day 🦊❤️
The slice of time between last night’s ending and the new today’s beginning is magical. The aroma of coffee brewing in my kitchen during those late/early hours is heavenly. With my cup of coffee, I sit and write the gift of a haiku to anyone willing to read it. The night is busy wrapping up its duties by leaving a gift of dew jewels to glisten in the rising sun - to be noticed by anyone willing to look. I hit the send button, enjoy the final sips of coffee and sometimes think, “Oh my God I am so lucky.” 🦊❤️