Fall weather.
Coolness in the air.
Days are crisp.
Days grow short.
Winter is coming.
Leaves are crisp.
Leaves are crisp.
Like fragile eggshells.
Break from branch.
Breaks from branch –
Mortals from the cord.
Life is crisp.
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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.
See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed:
https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.