frost on grass
early morning chill
felt through eyes
wave wall warps,
becoming tubular
surf crashes
mountains turn
to smooth, round boulders,
then to pebbles
lost ruins
a temple overgrown,
recycled
slate gray lake
will be turquoise in time
new eyes, new lake
i especially like your Mountains Turn. i think, despite the short moment it takes to read a haiku, it captures the immense amount of time required for pebbles to be incubated and born. john
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Here in south India there are ranges that consist of nothing but boulders, often precariously stacked because the mountains have broken up and eroded over time.
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