last day of autumn
the space between trees
filled with fog
Presence
Tanka Prose
Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
2 comments:
You have painted an awesome picture by your haiku words.
Much💜love
Thank you, gillena
Adelaide
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