This poem sings of fall. It paints the fall colors with a broad brush all over the lower mountainsides. It describes the progress of fall as the summer colors like green diminish. It brings to mind the musty smells of dead leaves piling up and getting rained on. It is almost as refreshing a smell as those first wet drizzles of spring. I guess it just bookends the hot verdant summer that spring and fall share the smell of rain. Both have brief flirtations with snow too. Though autumn gets much more serious with the white stuff taking up the romance of winter whereas spring is slowly letting the relationship with snowfall to the wayside.

That is what I thought about when I read this poem. Even though it was short in length and small in scope it brought me to thinking about the wonders of all the seasons. Good Haiku!

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