Autumn Haiku

By: deborahsc

Nov 18 2007

Category: Haiku, Poetry

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never far behind
pink fog, gray pangs, winter comes
accompanies us

wind pushes, stirs up
the loose, torn off bits
ready or not

long-lobed, cat-faced
feathered ovals, ruddy-cheeked
waxen, all one pile

naked oaks
all about scattered raiments
rumpled souvenirs

circles of leaves appear
flames, we walk across embers
unharmed, holy

golden leaves pyred
high and crackling, hide
the dropped lens cap

when the wind swirls
the pile, it rises–
the burning bush

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