Late Night Haiku

Haiku/Haibun, Poetry by K.HartlessNovember 17, 2021

Faded leaves shriveled
to grey on a park hillside
foretell winter’s crunch.

Bow of a ghost ship.
Passengers with missing limbs
shiver the timbers.

Fall lies defeated.
Leaves play dead in the gutters
fearing winds of change.

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johnlmalone on November 17, 2021 at 9:18 pm
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I like these: the desolation of the first, the eeriness of the second, the playfulness of the third —

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1. K.Hartless on November 17, 2021 at 9:24 pm
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  Thank you, John. I must admit my daughter helped with the first one. She said, look mommy, the leaves are white as snow.
  
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  1. johnlmalone on November 17, 2021 at 9:28 pm
    
    fresh are the yes of a child 🙂
    
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Jeff Flesch on November 18, 2021 at 12:12 am
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Three awesomely connected versus. Love it, K.

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Hobbo on November 18, 2021 at 4:25 am
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Love these. Shiver the timbers. LOL

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Ron. on November 18, 2021 at 8:23 am
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Haikulicious series, K. Thanks

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1. K.Hartless on November 18, 2021 at 3:25 pm
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  😊 Thanks, Ron.
  
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Little Charmer on November 18, 2021 at 3:23 pm
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These really are great. I particularly like the last one 🖤🖤

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Michele Marsh on November 19, 2021 at 7:28 am
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Second verse very haunting

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