In the Style of Haiku

Leaves changing red, yellow,
Falls, life blood carelessly thrown
Away in cold gusts

 

Strings of thread, twisted,
turning, cut, wind pulling to
find a high-strung kite.

Dogs bark, sun rising
Stretching my legs, my soul up
Breakfast time is here.

 

 

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