- Gary Hunter
haiku - Sept. 2, 2022
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See Allparallel ridges of dirty clouds smudged onto this November sky floating above the grim majesty of naked trees dotted with stubborn brown leaves replacing the colors of summer with a cold wind emptie
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our sweetest birdsong usually comes from finches orioles and western bluebirds arriving from the rapidly chilling north on a quiet walk you can hear the rich syrup of their songs local birds seem to l
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