Haikus, October 2016(Nov 8th, 2016 at 12:07:31 AM)
Thunderous words break as the sky clears after a rain. Everything's okay. The grass bends, trampled by the very waves of wind that carry it's seed. The green ones, waiting, watch their yellow neighbors drop orange leaves at their feet. The pumpkin patch had all the space it needed. But it wasn't enough. Ice cream doesn't melt quite so fast this time of year. Why not have extra? In an over-sized sweater and pigtails, she walked the path before me. Secondary themes of the pumpkin show are grease, trash piles, and God. I just remembered what this looks like in winter. Snow replaces leaves. An eagle hang-dries wet wings as he perches, still, on a traffic light. Good luck, friend. Defeat the seagull who steals french-fries on the patio. The redbud leaves mock the angled pour of steamed milk into latte mugs. The wind Venturis through stiff branches like children running through a crowd.