on his homeward way
so thick the haze of blossoms
a blind man stumbles
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Haze
on his homeward way
so thick the haze of blossoms
a blind man stumbles
Mark M. Redfearn 
Very clever thoughts. Like it very much.
…blind man stumbles ~ very contemplative image for all of us in your haiku ~ Enjoy ^_^
wow, Mark! this one holds such power and emotion! it made me think of my grandmothers – I never knew any of my granfathers.
Really like this one – it just has a ring to it that says so much.
Must have been an attack on his senses…
This one is a true winner 🙂
Wonderful… many bottoms in this one.
If he could have seem them, would he still have stumbled? I think the absolute beauty would knock him over anyway…
gin blossoms.
Well, either your poem is very zen or your blind man has been imbibing in that brandy! And I’m not sure which it is! 🙂
Maybe the poet was imbibing the brandy. You just never know what a postprandial nip will do for the writing process! 🙂
stopped me in my tracks for the wonder of it all!
The blind guy was stopped too!
oh wow, this is wonderful!