Sunday, April 17, 2016

Four Haiku

Seeking the famed sun,
fell off a fifty-foot cliff.
Rain-scented sandstone.

My eyes turn cloudy
Our aging tree in the sun
A sour apple drops

Rats chase each other
One stops and looks back at me
Black eyes in the snow

Crunch of gold and flame.
Do not walk on dying leaves!
Autumn wind circles.

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