Ever lingering
in the taste of the walnut:
deep autumn.
James W. Hackett
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And so to impermanence
Which the farmer
Naturally understands
For he works
From season to season
From sowing to reaping
To all of those harvests in between:
Harvest of sun
Harvest of moon
Harvest of rain
Harvest of drought
Harvest of day
Harvest of night
Harvest of dark
Harvest of light
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
