2014-12-01

Autumn Haiku- 2014



morning coffee-
what’s new, the hole
a skunk dug for grubs



my thoughts
dew drops
below the fog



one last peach-
heart of September
swallowed at midnight



not cherries
but crabapples 
falling in dozens



blood moon,
souls ripened
on the vines



new winds take
the first turned leaves-
a place apart



leaves turn and fall
but the curling wind
knows no loss



honey locusts
sequined
with their own loss



evening walk began
in memory, but faded
under a waxing moon



crow caw cuts
autumn color loose,
above settled stones



hawk perched
upon an empty branch
where stillness stirs



again the dog barks
trying to fill a half moon
above the roof



thanksgiving morning
jog through light snow,
red drum of my heart



diurnal of november
grounded in luminous
lines of shadows




1 comment:

Barbara said...

Crabapples falling!