Hokku 10

6am. I've come outside to feel the shock of cold morning air. My porch is small and contains only one long bench for sitting. I wipe the dust from it with my palm and sit, knees pressed together. I stare out onto the line of bushes and note their contrast with the cloudless sky. Immediately my attention is drawn to a dazzling light. Like a thousand tiny crystals suspended in min air. Moved by the small, but stunning creation, I quietly hope he'll be here tomorrow. I should like to see it every morning.

Still spring morning;
Spiders web-
Glints in morning dew