Haiku

autumn leaves
caught swirling within
winter’s first whirlwind

hanging Posted signs
listening to the sound
between hammer blows

admiring the hawk
does not get
the back fence painted

red-tailed hawk
floating in the wind;
swaying left, then right

deep silence
listening to the
leaves change color

riding my scooter
the wind sings through my helmet –
“Autumn has arrived!”

morning fog –
the fresh green world
as obscure as infinity

deep within dense fog
scorning my mist-shrouded view
the still lake abides

my only question –
when did the world
turn so green?

turkey vultures swarm
over my head, checking on
my impending death

your eyes exude
the blue of distance
yawning between us

walking the lake’s edge –
a rolling thunderstorm
for savage company

bullfrog serenade
a low-in-the-throat duet –
two-part harmony!