Tag: Haiku

• Speaking of the Past

  Acorns pelt the ground,
  littering the lawn.
  She calls them small prophets,
  whispering of the cold to come—
  though I think it’s more likely
  the trees only speak of the past.

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  November 18, 2023

  Haiku, poem, winter

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