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Haiku autumn

wrapped in shrouds of mist
a murder of crows
summer's epitaph.

To the dying sun
thrush sings his requiem
reverberating.

A nip of frost
in the brumous air
pine cones crackle.

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  • Swan song gold member
    October 5, 2008
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    A nip of frost
    in the brumous air
    pine cones crackle.

    i loved this one very much


  • suseann
    September 21, 2008

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    These are naturally wonderful and filled to the brim with examples of nature by one whom obviously has a love and adoration to take note and recall the small noticed happenings .