How The Town Grows
Winter
Like an infant babe
the town’s wrapped in a blanket
and all goes quiet.
Springtime
Like a sleeping youth
the town springs to its feet
and welcomes the Sun.
Summer
Like a tanned woman
the town lies in Summer’s rays
and reveals itself.
Autumn
Like an older man
the town clings to history
and forgets today.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: June 11th, 2021 16:38
- Category: Haiku
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Comments5
That, for me, is when those short forms make most sense - as a chain. Maybe there is something wrong with my visualising capacity, but I can't hold a single image in my mind - always movement. So many thanks MF
Thank you Dave.
Good seasons in all your words.
Andy
Thanks Andy.
Good write MF.
Thanks Orch.
Super analogies.
One for my favourites. Thank you
Thank you DA. For your comments and the FAV.
simply splendid .. well not simply .. I know these aint easy .. but these, or it .. depending on the way ya look at the page, most surely are ...
...Respect my friend 🙂
Thank you Neville. Yes indeed, they are difficult. sometimes though they are pathway to unblocking inspiration.
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