Autumn Haiku- 2016
wasting an hour
with thoughts that come and go
patio sparrows
empty stretch of freeway-
silhouette and absence
colors off the sunset
first gold of autumn receding into myself
new moon,
a cat prowls the yard
without a memory
my old school
oh how the leaves drift
long after recess
slow grey over
a clear blue afternoon-
I keep my peace
one last cricket
beside her I walk
a world our own
oak framed steeple
colors hang and speak
their silent presence
election day
cloud layers cover
inalienable blue
raking the yard,
the smell of last year and all
the years before that
green gone
to cinnamon and sepia,
rugged russet
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