Haiku- Autumn 2024

early september,

dry cawing of a blue jay

scratched on a north wind

just a simple moth

and yellow in the gingko

slipping through boredom

peak autumn color-

old man sipping his coffee

out on the front porch

post election day,

again I'm finding a world

that's not what I thought

trying to hang on

to that something that's not meant

to be hung on to