Haiku for Autumn
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The falling leaf drifts
gently to the ground before
the storms of autumn.
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Brightly twinkling star,
must you reflect so well that
cold truth of winter?
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Trees hunch, shoulders bare,
in remembrance of their lost
golden cloaks of leaves.
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Clouds, grey-cloaked, huddle close,
hoarding warmth the earth yields only
in grudging measure.
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Late, the bird, puzzled,
walks the frozen pond confused.
Softly falls his shroud.
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*
The falling leaf drifts
gently to the ground before
the storms of autumn.
*
Brightly twinkling star,
must you reflect so well that
cold truth of winter?
*
Trees hunch, shoulders bare,
in remembrance of their lost
golden cloaks of leaves.
*
Clouds, grey-cloaked, huddle close,
hoarding warmth the earth yields only
in grudging measure.
*
Late, the bird, puzzled,
walks the frozen pond confused.
Softly falls his shroud.
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