Haiku 1-4

Ice is good and thick
Wool socks tucked in old black skates
Pond hockey is on.

I stroll through red leaves
And find myself laughing
In the cool, crisp air.

Sunlit dock in June
I spy a pitcher of ice
Time for tart margaritas.

A heap of blankets
In the abandoned school bus
A runaway’s bed.

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