The Skin The Summer Trees Shed

A haiku about the onset of fall.

By Jose Antonio SotoPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Honey brush strokes on

side walks paved with the skin

the summer trees shed.

Haiku

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Jose Antonio Soto

Welcome! I'm Jose Soto, a writer born and raised in the border community of El Paso, Texas and Ciudad Juárez, México. I write stories, blogs, essays, and poetry that explores what it means to be human; nuances, complexities and all.

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The Skin The Summer Trees Shed

A haiku about the onset of fall.

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Jose Antonio Soto

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