New moon
Venus in her arms
I look away
Friday haiku 112
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New moon
Venus in her arms
I look away
Friday haiku 111
The ancient oak,
tired of resisting,
drops its leaves
Friday haiku 110
On the horizon
The day after Thanksgiving
A lone wild turkey
Friday haiku 109
Call it a day
Call it whatever you like
No one owns the sunrise
Friday haiku 108
The last living leaves
Put their affairs in order
And jump into Fall
exiles child 