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Seasons
As fall comes
Summer is done
Geese fly by
High in the sky
The leaves fall down
They all turn brown
But as everything dies
It will come back alive
When spring
Begins
To sing
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Fall - Haiku
Flying geese, warm teas.
Leaves float along the cool breeze.
I love you, autumn.
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Fall Is Here
It’s here-
Prepared or not, the time has come.
The apples tumble from trees
And land in the grass
That’s wet from fall rain.
The leaves float through the breeze,
We watch through the glass.
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Loves
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Green
When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.
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The wind blows the grass down
Why can the wind
Be blowing
That piece of grass down
One moment
And not the next?
There’s a scientific answerI bet
And usually that’s what I’m looking for.
But it felt poetic that way, -
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A few Julys ago
Remember the girl?
She’s in second grade,
Maybe
Blond brown curls
Blue green eyes.
She’s sitting on the top metal pole of the fence
Chipped green paint
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Fields of Stars (of Women)
I want to see fields
Of girls
Standing tall to the sun,
Their imperfections
Shined upon the brightest,
Their souls sparkling
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