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haiku (3) after Hallowtide
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seasons ending in
new seasons beginning to
take hold then let go
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red leaves like children
bright and shiny always changing
into something else
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evergreen until
needles wither due to lack
of water and air
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C L Couch
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Red of Fall
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Old Times There
It’s an unordained day
Unornamented, too
Too soon for everything like that
Late November, cold and chilly
Sky flat with pale gray,
Everything else dark against it
A perfect day for candlelight, I think
Maybe pretend it is an older time
When caves were justified
Along with houses
And people might keep moving for
A life
A livelihood as tinkers, fighting
For hire, or maybe storytelling
In a common room
Manor or pub
(I don’t think churches or temples
were lent out)
Small town, desert place,
Or greater city
Told, though I think sung
Maybe couplets, maybe rhymes
A language we will never speak again
Food and drink for fees,
Maybe coins
A night to sleep inside
Up and out next day
To travel to whatever
In an older age provides
C L Couch
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