In the Style of Haiku

Published on by annwjwhite

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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