The Sunday Morning Haiku Is Closed*

Duck Pond

The bronze leaves play
a muted trumpet
with joy, deep-felt.
The perky piccolo expresses
for the yellow aspens
a mood, piquant, gay.

The scarlet maples
uninhibited,
blow a treble note
in unrestrained ecstasy;
while the deep green pines
strum a measured beat
on the wind's bass viol.

And on the shore, the tiny
waves
lap a background rhythm
on a sandy drum.

-Olga Laird Hinckley

The original poem.
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*Free-verse poetry
The only kind now allowed
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