Mossy, broken branch
No more extension for you—
It’s all a blur now!
One thing I like about writing haiku is playing with punctuation: commas, dashes, apostrophes, and exclamation points. Here I am reflecting on the memory of a broken branch. the days of reaching out to the sun are long gone, just a blur (if branches had memories). It’s cycle of life time for this log and it’s little stump.