Trying My Hand at Haiku
sun kisses leaf
on soil’s soft bed
rapture
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canyon walls
soar above my head
invitation
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cottonwood’s lost leaves
warmed gently by the sun
patient soil adopts
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lazy winding creek
offers gilded cottonwood
a cool autumn drink
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(and a personal pet peeve, ha!)
oh granny drivers
please save the fast lane for us
people going eighty