
Seeds
Autumn seeds descend. /
Winter’s cold underworld. /
Spring’s ghost whispers hope.
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Seeds
Autumn seeds descend. /
Winter’s cold underworld. /
Spring’s ghost whispers hope.
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#autumn #spring #winter #seeds #underworld #ghost #whispers #hope #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #november #tuesday #110221

Happy Halloween
The ghost and pumpkin /
Had a party on the lawn. /
Happy Halloween.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #writing #writer #october #monday #2019 #ghost #pumpkin #halloween #party #lawn #davidebooker #decoration #102819
Filed under 2019, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Three men in a fog: /
Father, son, and their ghost — /
all haunting the sun.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
A ghost walks into a bar and asks for a gin and tonic.
“Sorry,” says the bartender. “We don’t serve spirits.”
Filed under Monday morning writing humor