River Crossing

Late Summer grass

By Tim CarmichaelPublished about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read

Hoof in wet river

a fly lifts, settles again

grass bends in the wind

Haiku nature poetry

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Tim Carmichael

I’m a firm believer life is messy, beautiful, and too short, which is why I write poems full of heart and humor. I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. My book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇

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Tiffany Gordonabout a month ago
Nicely done!

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Late Summer grass

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