oh morning moon
roll bone cracking morn, roll
distant sunrise
Haikus for the Onset of Winter, 2
oh morning moon
roll bone cracking morn, roll
distant sunrise
oh morning moon
roll bone cracking morn, roll
distant sunrise
that last smooch of warm weather, maybe
the sports books are laying the odds
on how many leaves will remain attached to trees
the rains have been autumnnal, life altering
events. even the backyard mud seems
slightly moisturized for them
one of those commercials aimed at age denying manscapers: and here me, proud of my grays and whites reaching towards the dark hair up top
kept under a hat regardless of the season
knowing there is a kiss waiting for me at home.
away from the river
I dream sometimes
with eyes closed
waiting
for rain months delayed
listening
to the backyard dust
groan thirsty