gold petals
morph to rounded balls
pomme d'amour
stop-sign throat
hostile hummer beaks
passerby
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The reds of summer are so lush, luscious, lovely that I'm a fan of this month even though it cusps fall and gray.
gold petals
morph to rounded balls
pomme d'amour
stop-sign throat
hostile hummer beaks
passerby
1 comment:
I'm an Autumn fan myself. I like your haiku :)
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