Weed whacking the trail
from here to there was mostly
just "whackin' bracken".
Ok - a little bit dippy, but I just like that last line. And the nice thing about doing a haiku a day is that when you do a kind of dippy one, there is always tomorrow.
Sun climbs above trees, as moon sinks beneath roof-lines, in between - it's me! And a new day dawning.
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