A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.


Each suburban lawn
A page in fall’s manuscript
Burnished with gold leaves.



  Isha wrote @

inevitable as it is.

I love fall time. Lovelyyy

  Abigail Parker wrote @

Thank you! I love fall too – I hope I can find as much inspiration when winter comes 🙂

  Ronald Wohl wrote @

How often has fall been that time with beauty of such “painted theme.” But that the leaves were pages which were called leaves in times past. That and the manuscript each has in its painted hue is dynamic. Then another recall of, “leaves of gold in the cold.” I get shivers just reading it again and again.

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