the fragrance
of pencil shavings
September rain
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Ernest Wit
Ernest Wit is an award-winning poet whose work has appeared in many haiku anthologies and journals including Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Acorn, and The Heron's Nest. Author of books of poems: "Bitter Wind", "Towards Light", "Black and White", "Singing the World a Prima Vista", "The Touch of the Intanglible", "A Hundred Likes". He runs a blog of his previously published and unpublished haiku at www.withaiku.blogspot.com and a publication on Substack at ernestwithaiku.substack.com.
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Beautiful!
Pains of tree is outside, before autumn .
When autumn is full-fledged
pain will come inside…
Ways to go to be creating
again and, though, again
the way my teacher?s
whole body shook
sharpening a pencil
I love the way the perfect texture of "pencil shavings" is framed by two ways of looking at the start of the school year.
I work at a school. I’m going to share this with the staff!! Love this, so sensory and evoking the mixed emotions of the patterns of school life
autumn leaves fall
the old stripper
sheds her clothes ???
autumn rain
against the windows
empty room
Wonderful post. Thanks for writing such a great post. I hope you will keep writing that sort of content on your blog in future. Thanks