The Morning Porch

March 29, 2017 by Dave Bonta

A pair of phoebes flutter under the porch eaves, see me and the dog and retreat to a nearby branch. The first daffodils nod in the breeze.

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Jean Coulombe

March 29, 2017 at 1:43 pm

I like the capture of haiku-like poetical moments…

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