7 Days in September (Haiku Collection)

          -- 1 --

Autumn’s lake reflects

sunset’s fading tones, conjoined,

earth and sky and us.

          -- 2 --

Spectral fog rises,

revealing a muted shore;

life proclaims itself.    

          -- 3 --

Smoke from chimney’s flue

ascends, curling, slips away;

so we, too, shall part.

          -- 4 --

After the rain ends,

grass glistens, light refracted;

cleansed, we rise and go.

          -- 5 --

Leaves turn red and gold,

fade to brown and yellow hue;

nature turns us all.

          -- 6 --

Migrant birds, fat now,

prepare to go, southward bent;

we persist, snow-bound.

          -- 7 --

Mournful call’s echo,

loons assembling flocks for flight;

children crying out.