The color of our days

@Laurie

the morning crowded
with white ducks and grey feathers,
summer's last picnic    

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the lake scattered
red, orange and yellow blooms,
stripped of ink:   pale leaf

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soft feathers, 
lining nest of twigs,
red-scarred breast


Note on last haiku:  When constructing her nest, a hen will line it with soft down feathers she plucks from her own breast. This gives the eggs the best possible cushioning and insulation.

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
and Haiku Heights: Color