the iron ore’s gone
but each night at sunset there’s
gold in them thar hills
–photo by me
haiku 186
Tag: sunset
a blazing grace
the sun has gone down–
now comes the grace period
for homebound stragglers
–photo by me
haiku 138
mother earth closes
her eyes as the sun goes down–
soon, she’ll dream of stars
–photo by me
tanka: bound
a winter sunset
may hold us spellbound when we
should be homeward bound;
where we find boundless beauty,
danger is bound to follow
–photo by me
haiku 54
a piece of sunset
escapes and attempts to hide
behind chimney smoke
–photo by me
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