In an old clay pot
new white dahlias are blooming—
a black phoebe sings.
In an old clay pot
new white dahlias are blooming—
a black phoebe sings.
In an old clay pot
new white dahlias are blooming—
a black phoebe sings.
In an old clay pot
new white dahlias are blooming—
a black phoebe sings.
Mark M. Redfearn 
So vivid, I see this as clearly as if… you had posted a photo. Thank you Mark.
thank you for the peace and certainty of your haiku. i’m going to sit here, with my eyes closed and breathe it in.
Colors speak so deeply ~ serene haiku ~
Wishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Beautiful
Have a good weekend
Much💛love
Old, clay pots… I love it! (Have several on my balcony) Your haiku makes them visible. Have a great Sunday, hug from Holland.