Approaching the Fall
A Haiku
I watch as you drift
languidly at one with the
breeze, content with sleep.
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Amanda Starks
Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!
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Comments (5)
Aww, the leaves are falling asleep. Such a better thought than thinking about them dying. Feeds into the idea of the seasons being a continuous cycle very well. Well done!
This is fantastic - a lovely and lilting window into the leaf's journey. Excellent entry, Amanda!!
Wait, so the leaves fell languidly, as if they were falling asleep. Damn, this was good. Far better than good. I could see it in my mind sight. Not only did you make us feel, but you also showed us the relationship between the breeze and the leaves. Outstanding work Amanda🤗❤️
Oooo, like drifting into sleep. That was brilliant. Loved your Haiku!
Lovely descriptive thoughts and a beautiful image