autumn rains
spring-like days numbered
snow falls in the mounts
splashing in puddles
red boots and happiness
children play
pink sunset
a crow sits on an antenna
cawing off-key songs
dawn in Arco
a crow a sparrow and gunshots
new hunting season
winter hours
the clock went back to the sun
shorter days
© G.s.k. ‘15
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November evening
the wind from a passing truck
ripples a roadside puddle
the sun goes down
my shovel strikes a spark
from the dark earth
a tide pool
in a clam shell
the evening sunlight
© Cor van den Heuvel
Carpe Diem Special #177 Cor van den Heuvel’s “a tide pool”, three favorite haiku
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I like that the crow sings off-key, for some reason!!
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Love these fall memories. Duck hunting soon then deer season. My ex could never hunt. He had traded his rifle for two pairs if snow shies and winter moccasins 🙂
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“Tide pool in a clam shell” Love this line!
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a crow sits on an antenna
cawing off-key songs
Love this Georgia! It shows good observation on little ordinary episodes.
Hank
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Thanks so much Hank.
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