trees clapping in the wind
An American Haiku
so quickly — the crunch of leavesas she steps
There are two glasses of water sitting on mydark patio deck.
End of the road
Fallen oak angel
Clothed in faded green and brown
Rest now, your day is done.
The air might be cold
But the fire is still roaring
And the whiskey tastes just right
An American Haiku about Fall
Fallish fog filters sunlightSeptember slides by summerClaiming dibs on Florida