2 SEASONAL HAIKU

Summer’s twilight melts

Shadows of circular bales

Golden stubble shorn

Russet shivering boughs

Evenings close to dewy nights

Autumn’s cool wind blows

 

 

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One Response to 2 SEASONAL HAIKU

  1. I am Yahweh as a boy I was haying with my paternal grandfather
    These giant round bales may reduce human labor
    And eliminate storage in barns and fires
    But when there is no Gasoline
    When a tractor is idle
    Horses again
    Wagons
    i am
    G
    i am
    a farmer
    Elohim i am
    Yahweh father
    of the coming Messiah
    His name is Peace and Happiness
    Peace Masaya Mallett a renewer yes I go haying
    Revere the sun, and the sunny day, no rain in site, stack the bales
    Drink water from a spring, and a mans work is never done on a farm Selah.

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