Haiku 71
rain patters on tin
rain patters on tin
footsteps are muffled
exhaustinghow somemen will keepplanting seeds where grasswas not meant to growever
the flame
raindrops shimmering slightly clinging to branches shivering, shaking, until they slip
I slip through the trees while the light turns slowly from indigo to a pale yellow the houses still glow amber spilling their secrets
wind lashes trees drives foliage away leaves the world cold grey
light the candles burn the sage spread tarot cards for a Wicked October
I feel stronger lifting two pound weights then writing a thousand sharp jabs
tap the pace out fast if you can’t keep up, I’ll leave you writhing in the night