TTO ( / Washington State)

(((~collage Of My Haiku ~)))

'Red'

Yellow leaves their fall impressions
Skipping 'cross the fields of once green
Turning orange in my reflections

The Dance

A crisp leaf dances ballet
Toe down upon the Earths brown mulch
A lively piroette dazzling golden

Winds Reflections

A whispered fall wind echos
While crackling bonfires warm our chilled ears
Remembrance 'tis no longer silent

Golden Touched

Midas touched leaves hop about
Falls crisp zephrs carry them to destination
Soon to be piles of red

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