Rain in the gutter
Turns bright Autumn leaves into
Bitter Winter tea
Black branches of trees
Tatting a stark lace to drape
A cold Winter sky…
Rain makes the frogs sing
Joyful songs for the Summer
Season, wet and hot.
Rain in the gutter
Turns bright Autumn leaves into
Bitter Winter tea
Black branches of trees
Tatting a stark lace to drape
A cold Winter sky…
Rain makes the frogs sing
Joyful songs for the Summer
Season, wet and hot.
Filed under Haiku, Poetry, Writing Experiment
Tagged as Haiku, Poetry, Writing Experiment
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