September sloe crop
reflects ultra violet light.
Hawfinches home in.
Human foragers
compete to harvest fruit first,
not yet drunk on gin.
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Monday Morning #Haiku 76 & 77 — Sloe Berries
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Sarah Potter Writes 
Good atuff (now that I know the otigins of sloe gin!)
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You’ve obviously tasted the stuff. I do hope you were good company afterwards, Dale. I’m not a great lover of gin in any shape or form, as it can make people very cranky!
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Crikey… remind self NOT to respond using phone without glasses on nose…
I’ve actually never tasted the stuff. I just kept hearing the term “sloe gin” and had no idea why it was called such!
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Words sound so peaceful.
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Always glad to soothe my fellow bloggers!
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And I was. 🙂
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Love the way this is both about the beauty of the fruits of the season, but you also got the gin in!
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Thank you, Andrea 🙂 It definitely required a haiku double, as I just couldn’t say all I wanted to say in one.
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