organica
the end of my “rust red” period
the start of my rust/red period?
after Hiroshi Sugimoto (an homage)
sunday verses #14
3 MORE HAIKU
Framing seasons three
Winter starts and ends the year
Annual bookends
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A breath of warm air
She comes around the mountain
Chase Winter away
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She pushes forth life
Her pungent verdant bower
Earth's labour's give birth
SUNDAY VERSES #13
3 WINTER HAIKU
Winter ice on trees
glitters like festive tinsel
under morning sun
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When days are shorter
fiercely blows the winter wind
piling snow in drifts
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Frigid air on skin
Persistent chill burrows deep
Winter wet and cold
... on being and becoming ... 