"7"autumn haiku

autumn—red and gold

her dress a prier—crumpling rose

trees bare—interlock
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emerging from ice

and snow—a white swan—appears

“abject moon—thy sorrow”

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blackthorn—green branches

cascading amber's locket—

after school Pep-talks

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winters fog lagoons

carp sedate break—roll like clouds

nearby—the city graveyard

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opaque damp shadows

gleam in orange and red leaf

in storms—goldfish leap

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mistletoe and holly—at

the Municipal graveyard

grasp the nettle—pure folly

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chestnut pendulums—

they’re good at playing tick tack toe—

pity gravity isn’t fair