My daughter and I sometimes like to write poetry. Today, with the snow swirling, we settled in by the fire after our walk to put some words down. I’m enjoying the haiku form lately–what I know of it–and had a few ideas.
FALL AIR
Tiny snowflakes swirl
stinging cheeks, nose, chin, ears–
Pink chilled November
LEAF CYCLE
Leaf-glow fades to brown.
They float down to rest, melting,
rejoining the earth.
LOW SKY GIFTS
Low, thick, half-dome sky
White-gray clouds with autumn gifts:
Thirsty earth refilled.