Sunday, October 22, 2017

Autumn Haiku

Woodsmoke and yellow
Light. Cold mornings and warm days.
Nighttime grows longer.

Finally, it rains.
Germination day, the grass
Grows green at the ranch.

Usually, he sees
Me first. But not every time.
Winter venison.

One day, it's summer.
The next, slate gray clouds and snow
Fall in the Sierra.

Criss-cross the ends of
The stack to keep it upright.
The winter's warmth stacked.

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