The sunrise sparkling

behind the hill. Bare trees still

immersed in the night.

When you look into my backyard from the kitchen, there is a hill which leads up to another street. On that hill are beautiful trees with birds flying about. I love to look out the window each morning and see the sun rising from behind the hill.

While this is not a picture of the hill I see each morning, here is a picture of a similar scene which you can use to write your own haiku. I look forward to your posts. I am curious what each of you will focus on from the picture, or perhaps you'll write about an emotion or memory which arises when you see this picture.

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