Haiku into early Autumn

Cold morning

Wind is gathering some leaves

Where are the birds?

White cranes are leaving

Soon the sky looks lonelier

Other white to come

Pines are talking still

The moon's arriving quite late

Piece of eternity

Indian summer

Coloured leaves and gentle sun

Some wear boots, though

Into the headlights

Poplars are shedding

Golden sparks

White cranes are leaving

Soon the sky looks lonelier

Other white to come

Why should it rain

Multicoloured leaves

Cricket keeps asking

In the mountains

Already fog and snow

Few withered grass stalks