The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
25 October 2009
Haiku 298
Green-leaved as in spring,
But paling and rippled leaves,
Waiting to drift down
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Delicious the cool
Of a just-silent evening,
Ripened to purple
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