Autumnal veil

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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

West wind song

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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.