oaks spread and twist low
branches close to damp dark earth
white sand under wind
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as time-tinged leaves blow
rustling past
migrating birds
vague mists ghost the dunes:
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time, fog, wraiths and haze –
insubstantialities
that haunt us all our lives
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freddie omm
november 2020
I grieve for the leaves
then fall in awe
for the delicate reaching
of trees to a china sky.
Your poem is beautiful and timely
Thank you very much, Anne
antiquities. These haiku speak of timeless wisdom like the Egyptian papyri
Thank you for your insight
Beautiful! 🍃🍁🌿🍂🍃