Autumn Haiku

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1.

Mist from the river --
a duck’s sudden flight: whirring
wings beating water.

2.
Through the gaps between
the branches of the beech tree:
cold autumn moonlight.

Dreaming in the Immensity of It

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A big moon over

the highway on an

August night. Wild

wind whistling while cars

cut through air heavy

with unshed rain. As

summer rushes to end,

we rush to what end, hours

before midnight, and already
rolling on tomorrow's road?

What's Already Happening

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a rain that seems

  to have always been
    falling, a night
      of breezy whispers;

there’s just
  this to do:
    listen
       at the window,

 watch shadows
    drift
       in the weakly-lit
          courtyard

while big
   round
      drops
         shimmer in the wind

Two Haiku

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1.

Quiet attention --

that shadow at the window:
a fluttering leaf.

2.

Windy misty day --

willow blossoms are flying
in all directions.

Impromptu

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among

   the pines     the wind ---

a

misty

rain

this

morning;      a tree

                            swaying    high

                                              above /

& the wind flows through time

  & the sound of the wind is everywhere

   

    & now you’ve heard

                                         everything   

So

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This simplicity is

what the world returns to:

just a few long-gone-brown

leaves strewn along the path;

a thin layer of ice

sliding slowly back and

forth on the surface of

the old pond, reflecting

the quite-bright sunlight of

a Sunday afternoon.

How It's Going

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Yet another autumn.

Days, as usual,

slipping away, as is

today. Sad sound

of rain on dropped leaves

blown onto the rails,

then add the whistle

of yet another train gone

'round the bend, bound

for some place that's

no place where days

won't slip away too.