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Chilly morn, clear, crisp
trees cast long slender shadows
and I am alive.
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by Scooj
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Chilly morn, clear, crisp
trees cast long slender shadows
and I am alive.
.
by Scooj
Views across the bay
and to Long Island. Endless
blue skies and soft breeze.
by Scooj
Ophelia’s edge
brings premature Autumn dusk;
heavy yellow skies.
by Scooj
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Garlic bulbs purchased
ready to plant tomorrow;
thinking of summer.
.
by Scooj
October records
due to be broken as the
warm weather moves in.
by Scooj.
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Caterpillar train
cocooned in a yellow mist;
countryside obscured.
.
by Scooj
Damp air invades me
extinguishing any fire
or optimism.
by Scooj
In blustery winds
empty skies become busy,
dazzling with colour.
by Scooj
A new month begins
bringing with it a season
colourful and cold.
by Scooj
Delicate whisper
of Autumn’s steady advance
time to button up.
by Scooj
One of my early haiku which I still rather like. I am mindful of it as we transition from Winter into Spring. First published on 5 September 2015.