They were green before
Then they dropped, like tired dreams
Brown dust at my feet.
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Joe O’Connor
New Zealander
English teacher
Short stories and poems📚
Please be honest- I would love your constructive feedback, as it's the only way I'll get better. Would rather it was pointed out so I can improve!
Currently writing James The Wonderer
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I read this a few days ago and meant to comment. It is gorgeous.
Maybe we need this change to happen to make room for fresh dreams. 😄Hope you are going well Joe!
I love how you described them as tired dreams. Beautiful Haiku!
This is great. Love the sadness of change. As pretty as autumn leaves are, the loss of green can be sharp, and bitter. I tried to capture this feeling myself in a haiku of my own, but I like your take a million times more, it’s got better balance, flow, and emotional weight than what I came up with. Great job!