almost haikus  .at 3:54 as battery dies

The witching hour, it is, to me, the time my thoughts send feelers out in the quiet, all while people are sleeping and pluck on their dreams for my own writings. I fall in love with time, just then in the dark.

Wonderful haikus there, got me feeling the ether of telepathology, a journey with a lover perhaps.

yes dear a calming silence this time in the nascent chill dawns..& its vedic-ally auspicious zone.thwt being said, all others are juz scribbles of a madmind, hints that you conceive n reflect is golden..jus was reading one of ur posted haikus.potent! Will go der again. Love xx:)

Superb haikus uma! Really love this👏

always love your presence & words in my space, Hunter. x:)

There is something zen, the depths we are able to perceive, in darkness and silence, in the still of night, when the din has quieted, it is as muddy waters fallen still, clouds settling into silt and the surface gains the clarity and purity of glass, of an augur's pool, that we gaze into and divine many things, of self, of our microcosm, of the zeitgeist and the spirit we share in this conscious universe.

It seems redundant but I must say this is a beautiful reflection.

Daniel