Autumn: A Series of Haikus
Morning mist greets me,
A thin veil draped over green
Hills and rich valleys.
Leaves of red and gold
Fall and curl into a nest
Beneath ancient Oaks.
Ripe, sweet blackberries
Cluster on bushes in profusion,
Waiting to be picked.
Huge haystacks tower
Over fields left with stubble,
Harvest concluded.
Sunset arrives with
Flames of scarlet and sulphur,
Days grand finale.
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This format seems awfully familar...as well as the title....=] Not that I mind. I'm flattered that you liked this idea. You captured the image of autumn very well. I could just see the leaves and hay and grassy fields in a sunset...One of my favorite times of year. Excellent piece. I especially liked the last line: "Days best finale," but if you were to take my suggestion, I would say: "Day's grand finale," because it doesn't quite make sense for the sunset to be the "best" finale, when it is the ~only~ finale...you know? But the line is meaningful none the less. Great job =]
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It's because your format inspired me to write this. Yes, "grand" finale is much better. Adjusted. Thanks.