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