Brief Autumnal Haiku

summer itches on,
die slowly, dear, or linger
autumn saunters in

barn owls hooting
pines bristling like hedgehogs -
leaves gold transform

the sun-browned grasses
crimson moon o'er city lights
red the fall anon



Haiku is not my specialty, turns out. But they are fun to try anyway.

Perception Persephone

Later, she wonders
if she merely dreamed of such
transcendent passion.
~ new york times haikus

whether ash or snow falling from the sky,
well, it's your dream, shouldn't you know
what drifts past your window?
Persephone paints in holographics
a scene that shifts with the seasons,
while staring at a plaster wall that poses
blankly, in sterile-scrub white.
some see wedding trees, garbed in gossamer
others icy rivers and evergreens,
or the great, pink thumbs of mountains at sunset,
and some see cities like fires, windows flitting
off and on like sparks and fireflies.
but it's a wall,
and she hasn't started painting, yet,
or even opened her eyes.