Under Amber

 

under amber

lights the smell of pine needles

dropped this December

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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #870 prologue: a door of grass; spring departing; how glorious, another great prompt from Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Gram Parsons & Emmylou Harris –