A veil gently falls,
Groaning, hollow seedheads reach,
Dark shifts crystal ball.
I haven’t written a Haiku for a long while. It’s simpl
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West wind song
Wild westerly breeze howls through bristling trees,
Whistling and hissing and zig zagging between wheat sheafs,
Which crackle, rattle, battle and beat.
Chattering corn buntings cling,
Feverishly fending
As the crop bends like a ferocious ocean.
