If I were to paint fall

I would start with the sumac's
bright reds from green

then the aspen or poplar
short yellow brush strokes

I would paint the raspberries
with deep saturated purples

and apples would be sharp
crisp strokes of red

but how would I paint
the smell of dead leaves

or the oak trees
clingy greedy orange

how could I paint the
loneliness of bare limbs

in the end, the canvas
would be as it started

White

red orbs in dry leaves

soft from a summer of growth

each carries life
each carries death

Every morning I wake
Heels hurting with
new steps

To the bathroom
to the shower
top the Kitchen

I drive in darkness
Looking at the moon
I watch her chase stars

Over old man river
I drive feeling it
tug on my soul

To the Factory

Walking into the smell of fall

White tail booty calls
scratched into the earth
leaves rattle as we shuffle

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Walking into the smell of fall
summer shapes litter
slowly descending in sunlight

trees frame gravel

talking past and present
thin souls feeling ground
up hill and down

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Yesterday we went for a walk
dressed as Medieval pilgrims
talking about what they may of done

feeling the earth beneath us
on thin soles

we walked into the bright colors
with light and wind all around

trails zigged and zagged
all on a camp ground
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Haiku

Walking into fall
one by one shuffling leaves
my foot is hurting

surrounded by sound
thinking on poems
enjoying their laughter

dry leaves rattling
a squirrel carries it's bounty
car park oddity

a packet of potential
my Daughters gift
following grandpa's advice

intended to show wind
where she found it
I don't know

this pod of milkweed
it sat on my dash
over time I watched

  It open

seeds lined up so neatly
as days passed on
delicate filaments broached

the seeds sought escape
with whispy white wings
ready for flight

then today with
both doors open
a blast of wind

and all that potential
took flight
dancing on air

Haiku Nonsense

When I write a Haiku it has to be something I have seen or experienced

I try to avoid " the " I try very hard not to repeat words. All while following the 5-7-5 format.
I also try to avoid to many words that end with  "ing"

Today I stepped out my door and saw a Haiku. I just had to figure it out. (this is the part I love)

V1

Dark air smelling wet
Horizon filled with lightening
fall is pushing south

I didn't like this one as it reminds me of wet dog for some reason, but I liked the last line.

V2, broken haiku

White arcs branching night
smell of wet pavement fills, ( what I don't know)

Then I thought of Mob movies and people drowning in cement, so that means this is right out.

V3

White arcs branching night
Clouds dancing on wet pavement
summer escapes south

White arcs seems lame and reminds me of drowning in cement.


V4

Lighting breaks night sky
clouds dancing in wet pavement
Summer escaping

This last one feels right and captures what I am going for.

waiting in drizzle
Kids run by to other cars
there is my sunshine

Surrounded by night
I smell wind while clouds whisper
My dog is pooping

I see heads in hay
Black on green all facing west
Wisconsin murder

sitting in blue light
watching old leaves gently sway
Listening to crickets

black clouds are speaking
warning of a deluge
parking lot footrace

Walking to my break
I hear new rain slipping through
Puddles on concrete

birches looking west
snapping turtle walks about
gold fields at twilight

Here I am working
Always dingy always grey
thinking on flowers

weeds growing so tall
line my sidewalk with flowers
wet socks on cement

Smothered in wet heat
I see blue fingers reaching
thunderstorms riding

Heavy wet grey
Bright scattered bits of yellow
beauty in the end

passing I see them
blossoms looking to sunlight
each waving hello

grey clouds filled with hail
rain dropping humidity
pine tree umbrella

Laying in gravel
Brilliant orange and black broken
finding a monarch

Streaks on my windshield
green ditches filled with beauty
sunflowers with lace

Driving through blue black
thinking of what is to come
I can smell sweet grass

Late summer morning
orange crescent wakes before dawn
chased by sunlight west

Corn stalks whispering
sun dressed in far away smoke
beauty from chaos

rag weed and tired green

bathing in yellow sunlight

it's only Hump day

Standing on bridges
peering into brown water
Can I go fishing?

Branches reach over
River life runs between them
Earth hugging water

Walking near water
I see Vultures circling
Thunderbird hello

Under trees searching
I make my way up river
blue heron watches

I see snow running
enticing gorgeous sunlight
I feel it's a lie

snow filling our tracks
we trudge on through winters grip
walking with my son

white lines fill my view
flashing lights on horizon
riding through a storm

sitting among trees
patches of white like fungus
It won't go away

stuffies lay like dead
paper flowers sit atop
looking at my desk

Lack of Haiku due to lack of finding them.
I prefer wild Haiku

Radio singing
I think about poetry
looking at snow hurts

white lines on rust green
pine boughs heavy with sadness
maples are bleeding

scraping of shovels
streets like black ink on paper
walking my damn dog

Grace Ludwig request

trees covered in snow
are pretty lies told by spring
I like my back yard

winter is falling
spring lies with every snow flake
waiting for offspring

wind on my shingles
I can hear snow drops whining
what happened to brown

THree For

in darkness looking
I see yellow sunlight break
wearing down the grime



throwing out old saws
I hear springs sweet song above
small birds in metal


Inspired by Facebook comments

It's dark grey and cold
evil canadian snow
go back to winter

filling a gutter
fall leaves drown in winter snow
buds ready to burst

water bubbling
family of eagles circling
walking in deer bones

a broken haiku
two winter thin deer
feeding in sunlight

AH HA

Happy in sunlight
two winter thin deer eating
a broken Haiku

blue streams in soft snow
winters last breath running south
as pickets go by

ragged birds in snow

waiting for cranes to return

grey thoughts with lead clouds

waiting in sunlight
watching white fade into brown
listening to songs

spring sun is shining
I hear a crane speak above
just an illusion

grey river running
old steel rails bridging a gap
black lines reflection

walking through old snow
I hear a river singing
tired but happy

Shadow on Pavement
Walking in my neighborhood
enjoying sunlight

I see them sitting
two steel rails cutting through all
murder on the tracks

stepping out my door
a crow flew over yelling
Tuesday reverie

driving home looking
all I see are crows and snow
wishing for spring time

looking through curtains
brown pickets enduring snow
while saplings struggle

black and white pastures
grey puddles reflect grey clouds
warm winds are coming

January Haiku

Making my way west
balloons fill the horizon
dawn, full of hot air


Monday's snow remains
blankets of white fill my site
the wind smells of sun

March Haiku

one scoop at a time
I am metal on pavement
shovel and snow drops



Bent ever forward
always close but out of reach
Crone chasing Venus


a birds quiet song
white heat off snow blinding me
I hear spring dripping


I saw crows dancing
feathers swirling over snow
my broken Haiku