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