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Fortunate mistake
I forgot my umbrella
Fate brought me to yours
Ah, haiku; so short
Like summer in Canada
Words like peaches end
Precious as a leaf
Falling in apprehension
Of obscuring snow
You might be able to tell, I delight in haiku. It is so wonderful to have the stiff parameters of syllable count and seasonality to adhere to. I take it as freedom to play with metaphor, innuendo, allusion and other subtle devices. I encourage you to do the same; perhaps, in the comments?
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