I hear the leaves crunch,
on the ground beneath my feet,
as I walk around.
I smell the aroma,
of delicious home-baked goods,
Thanksgiving is here.
The hardest thing about writing a Haiku is keeping the five-seven-five pattern going. I always have trouble trying to keep the syllable count at the right number. Another thing about Haiku's that I am not a fan of is that they don't have that deeper meaning behind them that other poems have, they are very blunt and straight-forward.
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