Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Aspects of Autumn - Haiku


Leaves float in the wind,

as rich as an orange rind.

It cleanses my mind.


They fall to the ground.

Squirrels spot a lone leaf mound,

with soft scraping sounds.


They dig mound till dawn.

And before they yearn and yawn,

Hoy look, an acorn!


They leapt up in joy.

A fine feast follows oh boy!

thanks to their great ploy.










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