Haiku
branches outstretched as
sleeveless as a summer dress
gently discarded
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22 September
Haiku
last day of summer
liquid light like honey; gold
sweet; temporary
It’s Looking Up
Haiku
turquoise eye of sky
set in solitaire: gold – like
god’s impartial gaze
sound like
Haiku
a word or a touch
soft as autumn leaf falling
echo echo-ing
on the balcony this morning
Haiku
liquorice feather
left on floor, no paw prints, no
dark crime, just a gift
as the wind picks up
Haiku
in the fall of leaf-
drop, momentary ballet
becomes a chorus
changing clothes
Haiki
summer’s greens aging
to rust, crimson, yellows dull
light, so mote it be
late summer frosting
Haiku
autumn musk; salt plus
pepper rust seasoning as
summer’s trees mature
Can you see this
Haiku
tree sacrifices
its kids as litter just so;
we see splendour fall
before the leaves fall
Haiku
insects hung like dust
motes on the autumn after
noon float soft as gold
