Friday, November 14, 2008

S'more Haiku

scrape of metal rakes
copious piles of red leaves
jump in and smell them

smell of burning wood
smolders into a new day
permeates the air

amidst the purple
clouds like spilled ink in the sky
then peach-pink of dawn


Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

I love all the sensory detail you packed into these.

SandyCarlson said...

I love what you've done here. This is very beautiful. I feel I am sitting in that pile of leaves right now!