Nineteenth Saturday

Cormorant stands still,

Silhouette on black piling

Against iron sky.

Tiny raindrops plink,

Pinpricks in racing river.

One falls in my tea.

Trees glow morning green.

Wind blows rain; dogs, people flee.

South of here, white fog.

And 211 more of same, for haiku lovers.

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