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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