Leaves fall, branches bare
Trace brown fingers cross the sky.
Summer’s art replaced.
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That is lovely. It reminds me of the quiet after a snowfall. Everything would be muffled and the only sound was the crunching of your boots as you walked. Great memories and an excellent Haiku!
Thanks for your comment. I was thinking of the quiet as I wrote.
I realized that you are responding to my first version of the haiku. I rewrote it in the same post space. I’m glad you liked the first one. I love the quiet times of winter, like new snow.
A new art indeed! Well done Vivachange! 🙂
Thanks, Cyril. I do appreciate your comments. 🙂
Beautiful Haiku, “summer’s art replaced.” Very true. 🙂
Thanks. 🙂