All this time,
six well-used deer beds
just out of sight from the porch!
The old outhouse
half-fallen into its hole—
how long has the roof been gone?
Even the snowy hillside,
the way it bends the trees’
harp-string shadows…
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Oh! This is sublime. It says so much more than the words say … very much in the spirit of haiku
Ah, glad you thought so! Thanks. I have of course been influenced by haiku, though these tercets are looser and longer than “true” haiku.