You never know who might hear
Haiku #7
Late summertime nowRipe, that golden reddish hueUpon the fields, waits
God holds us in the palm of His hand and takes care to keep us there
Haiku #9
Grey day whispers fallI send a sigh to the skiesLeaves turning yellow
Haiku #16
Plump, luscious berriesRed clusters tempting, taste, tasteBitter in my mouth