Autumn Haiku- 2014

morning coffee-
what’s new, the hole
a skunk dug for grubs



my thoughts
dew drops
below the fog

one last peach-

heart of September

swallowed at midnight

not cherries

but crabapples 

falling in dozens

blood moon,

souls ripened

on the vines

new winds take
the first turned leaves-
a place apart



leaves turn and fall
but the curling wind
knows no loss

honey locusts

sequined

with their own loss

evening walk began

in memory, but faded

under a waxing moon

crow caw cuts
autumn color loose,
above settled stones

hawk perched

upon an empty branch

where stillness stirs

again the dog barks

trying to fill a half moon

above the roof

thanksgiving morning
jog through light snow,
red drum of my heart

diurnal of november

grounded in luminous

lines of shadows