in early morning
clouds shroud the mountain-side
November rain
mums in the valley
fill Arco’s cemeteries –
with clouds of color
(c) G.s.k. ’14
Linked to the Time Glass Challenge – Carpe Diem Haiku
Other haiku can be read on my Blogger posts: Bastet’s Waka Library
The clouds of color in the cemetery — very striking — !
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Thanks … thought I’d try an alternative to regular usage of clouds 😉
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Worked very well!
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Thanks 🙂
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November rains an accompanying blessings! True enough Georgia! Great!
Hank
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Thanks 🙂
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Love the poems. I liked your alternative take with clouds of color.
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Thanks Dolores .. clouds are a metaphor for so many different emotions etc. I just couldn’t resist.
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“clouds of color”—I’m savoring the lovely cemetery scene!
Swiftly Passing Clouds
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Thanks MMT .. right now all the cemeteries are full of flowers … the second was All Souls Day and everyone goes to visit their loved ones with flowers.
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Mums do come with a little poof shape to them don’t they. Nicely put together!
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Thanks .. yep they usually do 😉
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I think the mums will cloud my mind…
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lol … hope not 😉
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I agree re your use of clouds – enjoyed this 🙂
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Thanks Sue .. I’m happy you liked the variation! 🙂
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A nice pregnant pause after the mums filled the cemetery – for a moment I thought the poor women had all been struck down by some mysterious plague 😉
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lol …
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