A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Windy Day II

Gusts of bitter wind
Plastic bags and paper towels
Fly like startled birds.



  Chuck wrote @

The Harsh Winds Whistle
Through The Naked Tree Branches
Beech Leaves Still Hold On

  Abigail Parker wrote @

You live in a prettier environment than I do!

  Chuck wrote @

Yeah, but I imagine you have restaurants and other stores that you can walk to.

  Ronald Wohl wrote @

mmmmm that last line a wonderful surprise…

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