four haiku for late November…


    snow
        falls whispering into the whispering
            brook

    90 November 11th

    under
        her umbrella—evening folds into 
            night

    91 November 15th
    un-
        wanted—her doll's button-eyes still
            shine

    92 November 18th

    still
        leaning sunward—the withered wild-
            flowers

    93 November 22nd 2021 | bottlecap

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