Late Night Haiku

Haiku/Haibun, Poetry by K.HartlessNovember 20, 2021November 20, 2021

Arms no longer bare,
I wear cashmere to touch you
and the fresh, fallen leaves.

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Jeff Flesch on November 21, 2021 at 12:08 am
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Beautiful, K.

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1. K.Hartless on November 21, 2021 at 8:19 pm
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  Thank you kindly, Jeff.
  
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Michele Marsh on November 21, 2021 at 5:39 am
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Hallelujah fall is finally here ! Cashmere always nice ❤️

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1. K.Hartless on November 21, 2021 at 8:25 pm
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  Thanks, Michele. Lots of leaf tossing going on around here. Hope fall can hold on a bit longer. I’m not a huge fan of the cold.
  
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  1. Michele Marsh on November 22, 2021 at 4:35 am
    
    Ahh see I welcome the cold bundle up, curl up with a blanket on the couch hot chocolate ❤️
    
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Photography314 on November 21, 2021 at 7:50 am
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Well penned and wonderful imagery. Nice job love.

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1. K.Hartless on November 21, 2021 at 8:26 pm
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  Why thanks, Pi314. You enjoy cashmere much?
  
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GraceoftheSun on November 21, 2021 at 8:17 am
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So beautiful , K. Love it.💕

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1. K.Hartless on November 21, 2021 at 8:12 pm
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  Thank you kindly, Grace.
  
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  1. GraceoftheSun on November 21, 2021 at 8:15 pm
    
    My pleasure .💕❤️💕
    
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Little Charmer on November 21, 2021 at 2:00 pm
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Stunning 🖤

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1. K.Hartless on November 21, 2021 at 8:08 pm
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  Thank you. 💜
  
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  1. Little Charmer on November 22, 2021 at 3:05 pm
    
    You’re most welcome my friend 🖤
    
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