Haiku

by Anne Griffiths
under a waning moon
picking for breakfast
the last raspberries
as light fades from the hills
slowly
the stirring of the night world
heading homeward
close behind
my moon shadow
mud-flats at twilight
soaking up the last sunrays
gulls and old men
down in the river
an old swing floating
among the clouds

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