clustered withered leaves
silent chimes on bare branches
no song to be heard
This haiku is my response to
Carpe Diem #1586 Withered Leaves.
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I love this one. The silence when things end, or before they begin again.
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Thanks, Claudia.
Like an interlude.
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this is so lovely, the pic too. Glorious.
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Thank you, Holly. 🙂
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You are so welcome 🙂
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Beautiful.
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Merci!
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I love the ‘silent chimes on bare branches’!
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😀 Thanks!
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There is a particular silence of winter snow. (K)
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Fabulous! (@–>—)
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I was seeing, thinking these frozen little winter chimes’ too when I came upon this week’s prompt. 🙂
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😀
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Thank you, Dorna.
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