hearing it
in the robin’s song
first light
Presence 75
by means of pheromones summer clouds
Modern Haiku 54.3
morning light a fly carries some dew elsewhere
Presence 76
hazel budburst the green woodpecker’s rippling call
Blithe Spirit 33.2
in the wilderness of bluebells war graves
Presence 76
a tinker with what spells birdsong
NOON: journal of the short poem, 23
amongst saplings
a fox skull missing
most of its teeth
Kingfisher 8
all tabs open november rain
Kingfisher 7
thinking it’d get easier winter stars
Acorn 50
until there’s only the robin dusk
Kingfisher 7
Also, I’ve had the pleasure of being interviewed by Julie Bloss Kelsey at the haiku foundation. It can be read here.
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Caroline Skanne 
These are wonderful, Caroline. Thanks for posting them.
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Thank you so much Matthew!
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Thank you for enriching us _/\_
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Thanks for reading!
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Grateful for this selection of your poems and the Haiku Foundation interview is wonderful!
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Thanks so much Tom, & glad you enjoyed the interview!
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Thanks for posting these lovely poems, Caroline. I really connect with the synesthesia of the ‘robin’s song’ poem. It reminds me of waking up, mornings when I’m camping. And the ‘winter stars’ monoku brings a sweet light to periods of grief.
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Thanks so much! Happy to hear those two poems in particular resonated… your comment has added a dimension to the robin poem for me.
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