Gentle Haiku Poem by Mary Champion
Gentle Haiku
Thousands of starlings
form whirling sculptures at dusk -
a murmuration.
Gentle summer breeze
slips between the soft green leaves -
a sussuration.
There amidst the trees
a symphony of songbirds
enchanting our ears.
After the rustling
the promise will be fulfilled -
Snap! Crackle and Pop!
Rustling, Autumn leaves,
hustled by blustery wind,
bustle crisply by.
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