Winter wind's rippling
Lily pads on the surface
Then is a stillness
July wind's rippling
Lily pads on the surface
The fish awaken
Green lily new dawn
Mornin ushering the sunrise
Life awakens
The morning turtle
Slowly peeking out of his shell
His time to get up
Georgia flock of geese
Speaking in Southern haiku
Flying the wrong way
Quit eyein' that girl
An roll your tongue in please
That gal is jailbait
Vast open expanse
A brand new kitchen tile foor
A roach exploring
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