tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post5050157615052931812..comments2024-03-16T06:23:29.917-07:00Comments on The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal: Haiku 158Patrick J. Vazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279528648512493917noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post-85349663945575745552009-06-08T04:20:30.442-07:002009-06-08T04:20:30.442-07:00Apart from any meaning in the haiku, the cooing of...Apart from any meaning in the haiku, the cooing of mourning doves does remind me of childhood also. Specifically, warm summer San Leandro mornings at my Mom and Dad's house and all that the memory entails. We have them now in the backyard and I couldn't quite place my finger on that feeling.Libby Fifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13532162740012986996noreply@blogger.com