who can tell
from which tree they come
autumn wind
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paul m.
paul m. is an award winning haiku poet whose work has been widely published. He is Treasurer for the Haiku Society of America (hsa-haiku.org) and Haiku North America (haikunorthamerica.com), as well as book review editor for Modern Haiku (modernhaiku.org).
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8 thoughts on “”
VERY NICE! Classically understated,
without even naming the real subject of the
poem: falling/fallen autumn leaves.
What a unique way of capturing this moment.
I think this one is something very special!!
Yes, I like it too, Paul. I certainly don’t pretend to know from which tree I’ve come, although I think there’s a small town in North Dakota called Fromwhich ;o)
VERY NICE! Classically understated,
without even naming the real subject of the
poem: falling/fallen autumn leaves.
What a unique way of capturing this moment.
I think this one is something very special!!
Mike E.
grapevines Santorini, Greece
wrapped snuggly round and round
heavy winds, arid island
Yes, I like it too, Paul. I certainly don’t pretend to know from which tree I’ve come, although I think there’s a small town in North Dakota called Fromwhich ;o)
ds
skeleton in the trash
was the fisherman up …
before dawn
if goings of a leaf are veiled, how much more the path
of the man…the ways of his heart…and where
the wind shall take him.
we, the leaves
both at the mercy of mystery–
these ways of the wind.
new man
in the house
teenage son’s deepening voice
autumn wind
child is gathering crimson leaves
for today’s bouquet
dark skies
above the oak trees …
rising waxing moon
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