a few haiku

the here here

amidst tulips’ 

untidy deaths


the dog pulls me faster in frozen wind the star

autumn through the wall my neighbor’s happy birthday

scent of ripe apples when I would practice how to fly

cold sun 
Folsom Prison Blues
one more time

church bells
far away in black
the year turns

autumn rain
rewriting my to-do list
all day

bare branches a scary movie I haven’t seen

in the darkened window my ghost leaves fall

autumn advice for the son I never had