Posts tagged november
Haiku-a-day

The stars make strange shapes,
not meant to be understood,
we two underneath.

For Mack

Haiku-a-day
Leaves of a ginkgo tree piled on the ground underneath it in mid-November.

Every gold leaf
of the ginkgo has let go,
buried soon, till spring.

Haiku-a-day
A clump of milkweed flower husks with seeds bursting from its ridge inner surface on a sunny day in early November.

Milkweed mountain range —
inside, I see us walking,
as in all summers.