Haiku

A hawk hangs
mid-air, defying
the shifting winds

here for the long haul
the grey daylight settles in;
eastern standard time

such a long long time
to be gone, and a short time
to be there – thanks Phil

every falling leaf
sings to me as it floats by:
“Be mindful of death”

the autumn leaves lie damp,
kissed by the soft morning rain –
careful not to slip!

grey autumnal days:
a freight train whistle whispers
“Keep moving! Move! Move!”

ten thousand acorns:
which is the oak tree? and which
mere food for the squirrels?

he sits with his dog –
soft lake winds swirl memories
of his glory days

the harmony of
wind and waves – why does my old heart
still sing your songs?

Sunlight infiltrates
the blinds. A mourning dove coos.
Life! – for one day more