The wind and the truth, /
Whirl on fall’s brittle edge: /
Leaves and love are brown.
The wind and the truth, /
Whirl on fall’s brittle edge: /
Leaves and love are brown.
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The rooms are endless, /
Like stars in the universe /
In my summer’s dream.
[Editor’s note: This takes the same idea as last week’s haiku and takes it in a slightly different way.]
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Infinite the rooms, /
yet empty the mansion – /
Save one with flowers.
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Darkness is my end. /
There is no empty god –/
Only the moist fear.
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Dark forest, empty trees /
Fog clamber over brown hills. /
Fall evening lives on.
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Lumpy, churlish clouds /
banging against the horizon, /
bloodied by the sun.
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Bruised, you come to me: /
flowers darkened into night, /
love purpled by regret.
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Heat builds through the night,
in weather and in desire:
clouds of rain and sweat.
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Parking lot specters,
swabs of color under lights,
form toward their day’s work.
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Back into darkness
again falls early morning.
Autumn’s fingers grip.
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