A blanket of blue and rolling tides Wisps of air sting my eyes Winters passing brings new scenes A change of character or so it seems ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The call of birds stays true to faith The island rests at a steady pace Hustle and bustle dulls to a roar A lucky sight; an open Haven store The weathered road is my path A testament of nature is sure to last ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rocky bumpy torn and dry A winding path succeeds the sky The call of nature; most has froze Some deer in the brush stop and pose ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Purple white golden and green The morning dew leaves a bright sheen Fragrant and lush hanging by a thread A pack of deer minds their tread -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Haikus
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