A Lune (3-5-3)
But, naturally, I cannot say it all in a 17 syllable Haiku or its shortened Lune version.
So… here’s the rest of it.
Morning Bustle at the Lake
A hot air balloon glides by overhead
Swimmers lap across the lake
Fisherman chat between their boats
Women with strollers
Men with headphones
All jogging for health.
Unleashed dogs splash happily at the shoreline
A lone heron perches on the rock.
Birds flutter in the marsh
Dove hunters fire in the distance.
The humidity rises with the sun
Low clouds roll across the sky
Waves lap against the rocks
And around the final bend,
A gentle breeze, at last.