As with the previous haiku, this was written as part of a dedication when I gave a copy of my book to a friend. Years and years ago, I met and got to know him a little while we both still lived in Ukiah, California. He now lives in Colorado; I in Reno, Nevada. One never knows where life will lead. Wherever that may be, the scent and sight of autumn’s first rains in the hills around Ukiah will never be forgotten.

first rain

deep green leaves glisten
dust is rinsed from weaves of rust
fresh mud seals cracked earth

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