A trample of chimes
Made by once-swirling leaves –
Brittle songs rise up
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This poem was written for Carpe Diem #594, Movement (August 2014) reprise, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here.
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Oh, now that’s a brilliant way to describe the sound of dry leaves underfoot! A fragile kind of music indeed.
Bravo!