All the Way Down

Falling Leaves

By KarenPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash

Bright, bold, colorful

Tumbling, somersault, twirl

Crunching underfoot

nature poetry Haiku

About the Creator

Karen

I'm a writer, maker, and artist searching for my voice. I can't promise any one specific topic or style of writing, but I can promise you that it will all always come from me, never from a machine.

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