Fishing April 24, 2016 by Dancing Echoes 9 Comments Promise of hot sun Dawn comes before consciousness Low swells rise and fall Odor of diesel and bait permeate Sure hope I don’t feed the fish…. In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem #960 fishing Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintPocketEmailTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: Dancing Echoes I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2022 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.