Haiku

I’m in the garden Words drift in on a soft breeze So I write this crap

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Sunday afternoons Drift by like an autumn breeze Pity Monday’s don’t

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The haikus have formed A union of their own Seventeen members

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Soft spring rain whispers Petals drift on silent ponds Shopping trolleys drown

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I’m blogging again Like persistent autumn rain But not as soggy

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An autumn evening Deep darkness has seized the light Or did I nod off?

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My eyes are gritty Tired from a day of work And from too much tea

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A Wednesday evening Amid the chill of autumn The heating stays off

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The TV is off 'Tis the season of sod all Soon, there’ll be repeats

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I sat in the dark Late autumn air swirled around Or was it a fart?

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Wind made the trees creak Rain fell, soaking the damp earth And the damn washing

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The days grow shorter There’s Christmas tat in the shops It must be autumn