Haiku-a-day
Sunset over grasslands and a creek under a dramtic October sky.

Sunset and moonrise,
the mystery comes and goes,
begins and begins.

Haiku-a-day
A forest path covered with leaves in October.

It’s strange to be here,
in your forest without you,
leaves crunch, how you liked.

Haiku-a-day
The silhouette of tall tree branches against a sky in October dusk.

A hope for better —
friendship, neighborliness, joy —
these connected things.

Inspired by the words of Barack Obama, October 24, 2026, Detroit, Michigan,

Haiku-a-day
An October sunrise over a foggy grassland and a tree on a creekbank.

Deer steam through grasslands,
birds arrange and rearrange
for the change to come.

Haiku-a-day
A handsome black and white dog walks towards a forest on a bright October day.

My mind goes to you,
in every quiet moment —
walking, just ahead.

Eleven months without you.

Haiku-a-day
A young deer feeding in the early morning light in a heavily treed graveyard in October.

Sunrise up through fog,
deer feeding at the graveyard,
tall trees frame his house.

Haiku-a-day
A view of a creek and grasslands in October with dramatic clouds.

Kingfisher rattling
back and forth along the creek,
minnows, scattering.

Haiku-a-day
A deer walks through grasslands covered in frost with the sun rising behind it.

In another life
I’m a deer leading a deer
through the morning frost.

Haiku-a-day
A tree at the edge of a creek on a bright October day.

Tree at water’s edge
leaves falling sound like footsteps
walking in the creek.

Haiku-a-day
Foxtail grasses lit by the sun on a bright October day.

The slightest grasses
quiver with October light,
birds hide underneath.

Haiku-a-day
An upward view of tall trees changing color on a sunny day in October.

The long memory
of the trees in the graveyard —
they understand change.

Haiku-a-day
A path cuts between a creek and grasslands in October just after sunset.

What comes of all this?
Complications, arguments:
only the moment.

Haiku-a-day
A creek curves around a grassland under a dramatic sky with puffy clouds and blue sky in October.

October is deep,
minnows in the sunny spots
of the cold creek bed.

Haiku-a-day

I harvest some seeds
from the town morning glories,
deeper than nighttime.

Haiku-a-day
A century maple in October just starting to change color.

Maple turning gold
at the edge of the graveyard,
here, I’m here, I’m here.

Haiku-a-day
A young deer swimming across a small creek to his waiting family.

He crosses the creek,
his sibling runs to sniff him,
his parent stomps hooves.

Haiku-a-day
A view of grasslands and a creek with sun setting in the distance and clouds reflecting in the water.

The surprise of life —
to be here, walking with you,
as clouds fill the creek.

Haiku-a-day
A view of grasslands with wildflowers and a treeline just beginning to change color on a fall morning.

October days that
also feel like early spring,
birdsong is the same.

Haiku-a-day
A buck with large antlers looks startled at the edge of a creek on a foggy fall morning.

In the morning fog
we surprised each other, he
with heavy antlers.

Haiku-a-day
A tree stands on the bank of a creek at sunrise with fog lying low.

Sunrise coming on,
fog turns the creek violet,
like a fresh heartbreak.