A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Revision III

One brown fallen leaf
Flutters when the wind dies down
Foraging sparrow.

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  Chuck wrote @

Field Of Wintry Snow
Protects Distant Mountain Range
An Ocean Of White

Not much to do with sparrows. 🙂


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