Category: Haiku

Sweet scents of crunched leaves
open my heart to simpler
times of my childhood.

When cool breezes meant
scarves wrapped tightly around me
to ward off the flu,

warm fleece could protect
me from growing jaded with
life’s cyclical rhythm.

Summer is over.
I won’t miss the sun’s bright gaze,
teasing me to play.

Autumn approaches,
filled with all of my joys: fog,
colors, warmth, and home.

Chirping birds mock me
this sleepless morning. Don’t they
ever tire of it?