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Picking blackberries –

Against the fading grey light ~

Can’t tell black from red.

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Picking blackberries –

Eventually lose count ~

Ten thousand black globes.

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‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness…’

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Walking down the street –
Girls stop and say ‘beautiful!’ ~
To my sunflowers. 

A good book outside –
Tiny flies sticking to it ~
Unable to move.

Squishy blackberries 
The Púca has defiled them ~
Leave them for the birds.

Loudly, water falls –
Busy Sunday at the park ~
Still, moments of peace.

The morning commute –
Feeling illuminated ~
Total distraction.

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Beautiful morning

Thinking of those whom I love ~

The wind in the trees.

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Chattering finches –
In amongst the fallen leaves ~
Indistinguishable.

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Counting fallen leaves –
Always running out of time ~
So count them as one.

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An Autumn morning –
Cooler and cooler it gets ~
Yet I feel warmer.

 
  
  
 

Pleasant Autumn night –
So nice to just sit and chat ~
Birds of a feather. 

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