Monday, October 01, 2018
Haiku of Fall
Thanks for brightening my day.
Mary Senneka gave us the most Minnesota haiku in the history of the blog:
The loons are still here
But we no longer hear them.
The windows are closed.
And Megan Willome brought me back to Texas reality:
Packing up, heading
out in search of fall--two states
north should do the trick.
My dad is a realist:
Fall is here and I
never lost those fifteen pounds
I promised to lose
I had hoped to
have room for apple strudel
donuts and cider.
But not as realistic as this anonymous Wacoan:
What is September?
Neither summer nor autumn,
It drags me along.
No pumpkins, no pools
No wool sweaters or beach balls
It is time for work.
Mary Senneka gave us the most Minnesota haiku in the history of the blog:
The loons are still here
But we no longer hear them.
The windows are closed.
And Megan Willome brought me back to Texas reality:
Packing up, heading
out in search of fall--two states
north should do the trick.
My dad is a realist:
Fall is here and I
never lost those fifteen pounds
I promised to lose
I had hoped to
have room for apple strudel
donuts and cider.
But not as realistic as this anonymous Wacoan:
What is September?
Neither summer nor autumn,
It drags me along.
No pumpkins, no pools
No wool sweaters or beach balls
It is time for work.
