‘Leaves’ -A Haiku

We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away. -Zhuangzi

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In the dead of Autumn.

Walking among the fallen,

Crunching, dry bodies.

A sparse spread litter.

Their resting place on the ground,

No future for them.


Although the stanzas are in haiku format, I do not know wether it classes as a true haiku or not.