Haiku- Autumn 2017

goldenrod sunlight
down stretched shadows
of late september

kicking a stone along
just because

in the porch light shadows
always the curious

geese flying south
yet only one story ever
to call my own

indian summer-
graciously, the elderly man
says hello

outbound morning train
but stirring in the oak leaves,
ghosts still left behind

three days of rain
and then its november,
only november

into the sunset
empty branches stretch beyond
both hope and memory

northern cloud bank-
an overloaded bookshelf
bringing in winter


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