and other fallen leaves strewn
Like my thoughts, my kitchen counter, my poetry felt scattered, windblown against fence bottoms. They should be raked but wrens are finding nibbles underneath.
Haiku
hot cocoa soothes sweet
milked regressions swirl spoon stirred
home safe before dark
early hours rain
cloud rivers cold running wild
coffee in bed
autumn sun sublime
between the leaves painting soft
her smile reminding
hot tea shot of rum
sherpa new high to shoulders
tomorrow waiting
dark chocolate melts
slow on tongue held rolled gentle
a kiss remembered
sun salutations
a dawn still dark with promise
this body prepares
five thousand words fall
season of leaves and chapters
a new book begun
warm pie waits for morn
savor only now and need
grace carved wholehearted
thanks and taking and
autumn giving moments strewn
pouring love and wine
oak branched lifeless nude
rains undecided hang cold
November mourning
and fallen leaves strewn
thankless
muddy progress
familiar boots
caked grey
autumn rains
fell hard
unexpected
moody horizon
dark hour pending
from the mountains
of cumulous soon
weighted rivers rain
loblolly and
longleaf soaking
bear and osprey
shall drink
as same
surveying scape
atop cypress
centuries sturdy
osprey eyeing over
loblolly younger
west waters
pooling fresh
salted east
tiding lower
either way
she chooses
a fish
can only
surrender
redtail
fence rail still
jays cry
warnings loud
through the blue
raptor's
silent grift
morn light shone
Sunday
morning melancholy
quieted hours
blurring misgivings
a soaking bath
steaming clarity
these uncounted ways
accepting fault
and frail
become unfolded
let strength and
resilience reveal
arabica black
notes of cherry
of chocolate
of thanks taking
time closer
further from grind
sipped sublime
from cups sentimental
mother's voice
and decades steam
tomorrow
rain is due