Six Haikus
 
An afternoon spent
Joyously repairing paths...
That go no where

Going for a stroll
Get wet then dry... wet then dry...
Between rain and wind

Surviving with the
Anomalies of being...
A human seeing

Trudging fields... sodden
From weeks of horrendous rain...
Get muddied over

With an open heart
Touching the soul of others...
The Rose's fragrance

Church bells on the Hour
Ringing... No! Tis just workmen...
With their tools banging

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