Thursday, September 1, 2016

Haiku for the late Summer

The storm’s eye
Stillness prevails shortly
Until the onslaught

Fresh morning
Trees hide in the fog
Crickets start working

Simmering water
The rice is nearly ready
But the cranes leave soon

Cool night
Foliage turns red
But the geese still stay

You look at the moon
And the moon looks back at you
A friend in sadness

Some scattered dark clouds
The first blue glowing behind
And the warbler’s song

Cool morning
Brimmed with golden lights
From street lamps

Light autumn rain
And a carpet of yellow leaves
People walk upon

Leaves are turning red
Wild geese getting ready to leave
But crickets still sing

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