Haiku 3

1
My Christmas basket
Overflowing with goodies.
Beware my sweet tooth.

x—x

2
Covid prevents me
Visiting Ontario
Where Dad lay dying.

x—x

3
Still water like glass
Reflects trees, sky, and mountains
‘til ripples appear.

x—x

4
Venus, crescent moon,
Stark against ebony sky
Until clouds drift through.

x—x

5
Gaze toward the bay.
Sea lions snort, inhale, dive.
Then stillness, shadows.

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