Thursday, July 30, 2026

A Year Of Haiku (XXIX): Trumpets

 


The petaled trumpets
of Summer silently sound:
Autumn's distant roar.
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  1. Anonymous6:26 AM

    Lovely!

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  2. Nylon127:48 AM

    Mid Summer's brown grass
    mourns the dearth of Heaven's tears:
    Dry withered Crunch Crunch!

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