I
Dressed in golden light,
harvest moon arrives in song,
playing ancient tunes.
II
Autumn now partakes
in the season's communion
with her memories.
III
Sandy beaches drenched
in foaming waves chasing wind,
chilled by autumn's breath.
I Dressed in golden light, harvest moon arrives in song, playing ancient tunes.
II Autumn now partakes in the season's communion with her memories.
III Sandy beaches drenched
Author notesHaiku: "Enter three haiku to a page or enter one. No more than three. With nothing to do with dead leaves." A contest entry
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