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Japanese maple
my reincarnation
as autumn
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oak gall
my name misspelled
in his love letter
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blazing sumac
the fear that my ghost
won’t rest
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Red Dragonfly 
A sublime haiku triplet… wow
Thanks much. 🙂
Alleluia! I think I finally found a way around the snafu so I can comment on your blog, Melissa!
Your first haiku just broke me open into new ways of being… many thanks! And the second one I know by heart… no one spells my name right all the time…but since I’m Queen of the Typos… I don’t really mind!
I can’t tell you how thrilled that I can finally post replies to your posts…. and “like” them too! I’ve been reading them and been extremely frustrated that there was that block. But Facebook loves them and so does Twitter…
Oh, I have a feeling all our ghosts will rest… things like WordPress will wear them out! 🙂 ❤
I’m so glad you liked these, Merrill. And that you got through to the blog…have you talked to the WordPress people? Maybe they can come up with some solution to your problem.
That’s the whole problem. There is NO technical support. Every time I try to get through to them all I get is a printed sheet of answers to other people’s problems. When I punch in the question, I get the same sheet or else I get a page that wants to sign me up for a new blog. One fellow suggests it’s because I haven’t signed up for Pro yet, but to tell you the truth I wouldn’t give access to my credit card to anyone who has treated me like this before. So I do what I can with it. What it is, it is. I’m already moving on to new things.
My father-in-law (father of my late wife) occasionally misspelled my name. It was by this time his daughter’s name, too.
My mother’s best friend misspelled my mother’s name for decades. Some people just don’t have a memory for spelling.
Really lovely poems, Melissa. Ones to go back to and back again.
Mary
Thanks so much, Mary!
Sublime, indeed! Returning as a plant. They have their problems, too, I s’pose. Drought, disease, . . . . Now, lichen, there’s something to aspire to!
Yes, I believe I would enjoy being lichen. Moss, too.