Mind now season’s change,
ornamented with dry leaves,
haiku without words
Copyright © 2015-11-02, by E.W. Bennefeld.
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I love the sounds of autumn: cold rain, the sound of the drops beating against the window; changing colors, dried leaves scuttling noisily across the streets like paper-thin land crabs; calls and clouds of migrating birds, the multi-V of a dozen or a hundred in flight and heading south. Haiku is about nature, I think. Becoming one with it, whether wistful or meditative or humorous or in mourning.
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