September Haiki

Seems I've begun a new habit without consciously meaning to:

01Sept11
First of September 
and there's a hint of color
blushing in the leaves


02Sept11
In one squished accord
Claustrophobic commuters
Endure one more day.


03Sept11
Spider's silken web
Placed softly on pine needles
Gleams with morning's light.


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