village breathes fresh air:
the last before stalks are burned /
the valley goes gray.
Enter the Haze [Haiku]
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the grain is ripe.
the days are short.
the farmer, weary.


cave hermit
can’t see farmers in fields, just
brown to green to tan.




farm surrounded by jungle:
what will disappear tonight?

cattle graze:
each step sinking deeper —
lured by lush green.


