twenty fifth

ice now a puddle,

lone birch leaf meanders, lost:

where is my autumn?

twenty fourth haiku

yesterday's leaf pile

shiver white, low-angled light

the raking can wait

twenty third haiku

crescent bowl holds night

glowing horn of plenty moon

spilling forth winter

twenty second haiku

city birds roll up -

tarnished beads strung on phone line -

riding out the storm

twenty first haiku

as dark clouds roll in,

sooty snowballs line phone wires -

pigeons perched and tucked

twentieth haiku

corn stalk bows to frost

cold droplets shiver on glass

beckoning winter

nineteenth haiku

street lamp reflected

cold droplets shiver on glass

corn stalk bows to frost