(Photo: William Warby)
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nothing
I didn’t know
before
maple
after
maple
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Notes from the Gean 3:2, September 2011
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This haiku was also here before, in a slightly different version.
Maple trees are not as ubiquitous here in the Midwest, but in New England, in the fall, it can sometimes feel like the entire world is made of maples. This is not a bad thing. They are blazing and glorious. All summer you hardly notice them, they just blend in with the other trees, but then suddenly, in late September, there they are… maple after maple.
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love this vertical haiku! pamela
Good poem, I do prefer the revised version … best, Don
reading with that ‘much ado…’ perspective — ‘nothing’ is a wonderful opening. and I like the tree-ish visual. 😉
Thanks, Pamela, Don, Angie. 🙂