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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Very elegant. I really enjoyed this.
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Thank you, Claudette! So happy you commented, and that you enjoyed the poem.
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I like your haiku, and especially enjoyed your verse.
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Thanks so much, Pat!
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Wow, this is great!
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Thank you!
(P.S. Switched account to my preferred nickname. I hope that won’t cause too much confusion during transitioning.)
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Excellent thoughts.
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Yes, haiku is about nature and seasons are marked by their changing nature. You have expressed your thoughts so eloquently here and I really connect with it. I love the image of ‘haiku without words’.
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Lovely. The meaning behind your poem is fantastic. 😀
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Many, many thanks
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