“Autumn”, a Haiku by Gregg Hake

Autumn creeps southward,
Peeling back the earth’s green robe-
But first, she blushes.

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2 Responses to Autumn

  1. Steve says:

    The voice of my beloved!
    Behold, he cometh leaping
    Upon the mountains,
    Skipping upon the hills.

    Rise up, my love
    My fair one,
    And come away.

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