autumn haiku and micropoetry 2016

horns heard overhead:
an elegant brass quartet
in white tuxedos.

Brown fallen leaves bask
in the warmth of rising sun.
Forest floor crinkles.

If you hear a deer
coming in your direction,
It’s prob’ly a squirr’l.

‘republican democracy’
but come election, what I see
suggests contrived dichotomy

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