Haiku by George Swede. Artwork by myself.
Outside of my office window is a line of ginko trees. Leaves crowded together have turned yellow now. Soon they will fall one by one, leaving the branches and carpeting the ground. I can hear one of the remaining leaves on the branch mumbling this haiku in the haiga.
I feel lucky that the seasons go around me. I know my body says, "Can't bear the muggy summer, and stinging icy cold wind", but my mind say the otherwise. "Each season is inspirational for a haiku and art mind"
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