Poems of Autumn's arrival

 

It was a bountiful harvest of haiku last week-- thanks everyone!

Desiree's home state is not ready for Fall:

“Slow your roll, Fall!” says
the Old Dominion. “I am
still bringing the heat!”

Nor is the Medievalist's (at least his adopted state):

In Central Texas,
It’s ninety-five and sunny,
All the leaves are green.

Amy begs to differ:

Wearing it today—
Bark brown brightened with creamed butter—
Color you could eat.

And also has a bug problem:

But fall reverie
Still loses to mosquitoes
Til they’ve had enough.

Jill Scoggins is looking forward to it:

Brown leaves in green grass.
Cool mornings. Early apples.
Fall is on the way.

And I loved this anonymous entry:

Mowing the lawn still
Winter is coming soon stark
Mornings bear new light.

Christine and I share this gratitude:

September arrives
Finally cooler weather
At least for a while.