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Autumn ‘Firsts’

Throughout the woodlands
dry cedars snap like matchsticks—
first loss of autumn.
Fear gripping his heart,
a wayfarer hurries on—
first clouds of autumn.
Autumn’s first full moon—
I catch glimpses of fairies
dancing in the moss.
On the garden path
I keep stumbling on pebbles—
autumn’s first thick mist.
In the dwindling light,
what is there to sing about?
First rain of autumn…
seeming far away
my childhood and its wonders—
autumn’s first cold snap

Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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 photo SonoransunsetNov13_zpsbb89133d.jpg
November sunset, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
the Buddha himself
did not start enlightened
he walked the path*

stumbling through the dark valleys
welcoming glimpses of light

*Opening gambit by Cathy Tenzo of Haiku Plate Special
Final two lines and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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