I.
the first cold wind
spots of red maple
a season ends
II.
falling rain
each drop finds
its end — splash
III.
spring’s fresh green
reaches every tree
but one
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Image: Bare Trees – Paul Gauguin, WikiArt.org
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2016
Part of the 2016 April Poem A Day Challenge (via Poetic Asides on Writer’s Digest) for the April 30 prompt: dead end
Wonderful, as always.
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It sure was a fun month of poeming! 🙂
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That was beautiful.
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Thank you! 🙂
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A sad reflection that the new spring may see a favourite tree has passed on over winter. Excellent writing.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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