maple
under the yoke
an old rubber swing
a child splashes
among the leaves
her children

notes… can I do yada yada yada here? again I am into Haiku feel when not going by strict Haiku rules, I guess this started with this Book, now, a spoiler, I am commenting on the irony of a human child delighting innocently in the fallen children (leaves) of a tree (and some other themes if you get me), so OK, you can blast me that leaves are not the actual children of trees, acorns and seeds but I am in a more visual direction here so grab a chill pill man…