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Grey skys and light rain,
the damp morning awakens.
I hear a bird sing.
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A sleepy morning.
I see into the garden,
breakfast being served.
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Slowly, morning sun
peeks in the windows
and gently shines on her face
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Raindrops on petals
balance lightly like dancers
before their next move.WCF
Moss nudges the stones
leading over the small stream.
A quiet, light rain.WCF
Japanese gardens,
early Autumn morning mist
caresses the leaves.WCF
Sitting outside,
the old one watches life pass.
The warm sun feels good.WCF
Scales spread like fingers,
the cone releases its seed ...
"Fly on, my children."WCF
The stormy morning,
rises from a gray ocean,
and wakes the marsh.
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The great dragon waits,
as the small fish swim closely.
Big birds like small fish.WCF
He stopped by a tree,
"I shall only stop a while."
Time waits for no one.
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Morning sun beats down.
Humid and hot so early.
Summer ... empty bench.WCF
Hot,hot summer storm.
The dark clouds roar with thunder.
It ends. The sky drips.
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Hummingbird darts about,
to summer's twilight flowers
after a late storm.WCF
Rain falls on the trees,
cascading from leaf to leaf.
Glistening dancers.
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Early morning,
the fog strung beads
on spiders webs.WCF
Old pond,
A frog jumps,
the sound of water.Basho, 1644-1694
Like yellow flowers,
stretching to the warming sun.
Wrens in the morning.
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