haiku.blog
A new day a new haiku
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by
The wind sings a song Howling with rage and sadness Older than the birds’
Tangled in hedgerows Taking over old green roads Where new lives arose
Over bleak fields And through all the wild hedgerows Let your cold wind blow
Last year’s leftovers Jumbled up in the hedgerow Let your wild hair go
Late autumn sunshine Turns the hedgerow slowly brown Falling fast and free