A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Groves

A forest springs up
Beside every vacant lot
Christmas trees for sale.

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3 Comments»

  Chuck wrote @

Spruce Trees

Snowy Fingers Reach
For Each Neighbor’s Dark Green Skirt
Fragrance Beckoning.

  Abigail Parker wrote @

I LOVE that!

  Ronald Wohl wrote @

This again speaks to scenes seen for years and never immortalized… Good Job!


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