A daily haiku practice through the month of October. The date being the prompt word for each day's entry.
cedarwood incense
first eve cold glow burning slow
October begins
grey to blue to grey
warm cold harshly disagree
second soaked deep through
flood tide neighbors ride
dark waters defy deny
this third this Monday
peanuts in the shell
bar keep stories dark and tall
Guinness foaming fourth
one more blanket topped
cold fifth turned heated retreat
entangled beneath
midweek date out late
Sauvignon kisses chilled blanc
this sixth with the Moon
seventh day sun gone
lantern candle fence painting
forty hours behind
portobellos grilled
ghost faces in fire pit smoke
eighth holds secrets old
ninth sun high bright burns
swim in clearest blue above
clapperclaw in pines
black cat window lights
neighbor bats and webs and skulls
tenth turning in graves
eleventh confused
seventy to forty low
windows open fresh
river walk calming
midday coffee perfect black
twelfth turning slowly
counter ants parade
ambitions sweet jam smeared red
thirteen picks up crumbs
fourteen serves it warm
impatient pumpkins rotting
August remembers
month washed delicate
autumn fabric sun soaked bright
fifteen folds mid creased
sheets warming to breast
journal and coffee note hope
sixteenth dawn yawning
windshield sweeps rain blind
seventeen thunders even
gutters sop with sins
spicey foods and friends
versa vice could be maybe
eighteen buys a round
flannel dryer warm
oatmeal cookies iced white sweet
nineteen tastes of cold
night pack shouldered light
twenty front pocket crumpled
quarter moon spending
seasonal mood swing
friday night haunts inviting
twenty-one out late
busy market yeasts
sourdough wrapped basked warm
twenty-two crunches
dark rain Shelleyesque
twenty-third turns black and white
Colin Clive eyes haunt
great pumpkin and Charles
childhood blanket moth eaten
twenty-four rewinds
twenty and now five
hauntings already begun
ghosts whiting with moon
fog drenched thick unseen
hesitant steps unknowing
twenty-sixth senses
candle frenzy lights
fruit flies buzzing pumpkin eyes
twenty-seven warms
gloom horizon hung
this unforgiven sun shunned
twenty-eight darks fate
midday bright reclined
fence shadows horizontal
twenty-nine grills out
ghost book and blanket
cinnamon hot steams scented
thirty curls under
children holding asks
more hollow than Hallow's Eve
thirty-0ne unmasks
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