haiku 46

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tho fall skies turn grey

the afterglow of summer

still hangs in the trees


–photo by me

night school


i dream of distant

open seas

where troubles flee

on balmy breeze,

but i’m too tangled

in the trees

to reach those

easy shores~

i wake and wonder

why it seems

my own subconscious

often schemes

to educate me

in my dreams

with simple



–photo by me