the year shows its age, a coating of rust flushes the hilltops.
Autumn Rust [Haiku]
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three crows circled up.
their conversational look
makes me nervous.

Eight arms
seeking eight
different states
of being.
Winding sinuously
toward eight
different ends.
Wrapping opposing
limbs around
antipodal objectives,
it risks tearing
itself in twain…
but knows better.

by the green river,
one tree prematurely
takes Fall colors.