End

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