An image-prompted ku, obviously. My first attempt, which I almost went with, was more conventional:
autumn woods saving the best colors for dead trees
But that made me yawn, so I slept on it and came up with the above instead.
Published by Dave Bonta
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
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Woodrat photohaiku 