and sinks below the hilltops--
tomorrow, new curls.
Yellow oak leaves fall--
surfing across the bare fields
where corn stood last week.
Bare tree fingers point--
scratch against the sky, jouncing
in thick, brisk fall air.
Last marigold blooms
wither on the edge, their lives
court imminent death.
A wind gust kisses--
a stray news page, tumbling
in the phantom breeze.
The red rose petals
shelter two mating insects--
who introduced them?
On oak branches squirrels
chatter--high in the treetop
a tight nest of leaves.
fans his wings against the sky--
circles, circling--
Moments of time fly
like white clouds etched in blue sky--
ticking like a clock.
Moments captured--time--
locked in eternal embrace--
preserved in haiku.
Change! The more things change--
ah--the more things change, the more
changed things stay the same.
Before frost paints scenes,
desolate and cold, revel
in sun--s last warm feast.
Tomorrow the gray
skies invade. Like black bears sleep
the world's eyes close--
Traditional Haiku:
Revised: 04-09-04: 12-12-04
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