Haiku- Autumn 2018

a few peaceful stars,
a thousand crickets sing
of a place back home

what to do today,
live in these shadows never
lifting from the ground

what do I want,
to bend as wide as the river
filled with today

cottontail rabbit,
dive on through this failing light
burrowed in comfort

golden hour-
just a bunch of leaves falling
and that's about it

halloween evening
smell of raw pumpkin gut
that's not candy

variable wind
over a newly paved lot-
election day

yellow leaflets 
not yet fallen from the Ash-
jazz notes

Black Friday-
I also leave a walking stick
at the trailhead

late November
trees now too in the silence
of a sun declined

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