autumn night
brooms of goldenrod
furious in the wind
angry lovers
but listen . . . the spider begins
to spin its web
fading away
bottle green of the grass
autumn fog
saying goodbye
threads of Indian summer
join our hands
farm road
a peasant takes off his hat
by a tree shrine
bone-chilling wind
a bit more cayenne pepper
in the stew
THE ZEN SPACE Autumn 2024 Showcase
and haiga When I'm gone
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