early morning jog June loon croons across the lake rapt by natures wake
02/15/2007
I can see the light fog on the lake and hear the call as you jog by - nice...
Fascinating haiku-- the atmosphere, the season, and--the enigmatic end--to me "wake" can mean both morning and perhaps a funereal feeling too-- the cry of the loon is evocative of that too.
