Rouge River Autumn,
Winding through mountains golden,
On to the Pacific!
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#AutumnLeaves
#Oregon
#River
#GoldenThings
#Haiku
Winding through mountains golden,
On to the Pacific!
#HaikuReply
#AutumnLeaves
#Oregon
#River
#GoldenThings
#Haiku
September 30, 2025 at 7:36 AM
Rouge River Autumn,
Winding through mountains golden,
On to the Pacific!
#HaikuReply
#AutumnLeaves
#Oregon
#River
#GoldenThings
#Haiku
Winding through mountains golden,
On to the Pacific!
#HaikuReply
#AutumnLeaves
#Oregon
#River
#GoldenThings
#Haiku
a sweeter sound
is rarer found
than that's drawn
across goldenthings-
a magical violin's
lush quivering strings,
creating a wordless song
the heart-soul sings
into an unfolding dawn.
― cristo
“A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.”
― Edmond de Goncourt
is rarer found
than that's drawn
across goldenthings-
a magical violin's
lush quivering strings,
creating a wordless song
the heart-soul sings
into an unfolding dawn.
― cristo
“A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.”
― Edmond de Goncourt
May 2, 2026 at 7:26 PM
a sweeter sound
is rarer found
than that's drawn
across goldenthings-
a magical violin's
lush quivering strings,
creating a wordless song
the heart-soul sings
into an unfolding dawn.
― cristo
“A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.”
― Edmond de Goncourt
is rarer found
than that's drawn
across goldenthings-
a magical violin's
lush quivering strings,
creating a wordless song
the heart-soul sings
into an unfolding dawn.
― cristo
“A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.”
― Edmond de Goncourt