There are worse things Than sitting in a comfortable chair A small dog softly snoring by my side Scent of sage and apple bread baking Sound of darling husband playing guitar Waiting the arrival of beloveds Bringing the new baby girl To fill my heart and empty arms.

equinox— I stand on the fulcrum, feel the sun on my cheek

wake to Falls's bounty the chill of the applely day round and snapping crisp #dailyhaikuprompt chill

Prelude to autumn: Notes of crimson and amber Symphony warm-up (My 📸) #haiku #HaikuSaturday

while we are sleeping the green notes of the beechwood ripen to a chord

late at night alone with the stars I shrink to the size of the moon in my eye and lean on the light others make

look up and it’s dark under trees a little light skims the fox’s eye

shadow and light cascade in the autumn wind spin floss and golden #dailyhaikuprompt cascade

autumn equinox I gather your words like acorns for the dark days ahead

halfway between a poem and a star twilight

a gap between cars for a moment the road noise blossoms in silence

🌧️ these long ribbons of rain and you—a gift I can’t open

On waking early the year's last fledgling is indignant with hunger if certain of its place in the world how I remember the nights bleeding into mornings during our babies' first years how tired I was and how endless the day's climbing now I look down little bird little bird— open your mouth

for a little while longer nights formed of cricket song and a canopy full of stars

the truth is that the breaking apart does not become less painful with the years — only quieter #inkMine

Kaoru Yamada - Yellow Bliss

garden in darkness stars in the watering can awash with late rain

I settle into my impermanence bone heavy with years and daylight, translucent lined with backroads and muddy paths intangible edges, sticks and stones, all the heavy lifting of fall resides inside my heart, resting on my silvered brow I wear Autumn with unease

From two over ripe pears a little flour, sugar, oil and eggs comes a fragrant loaf brown and jeweled with fruit Such common elements transform into an autumnal glory, cinnamon redolent perfume mixed with vanilla Riches beyond compare on these last days before the end of summer

last night the ghost of old words old worlds old awakenings came out to remind me that I am not dead

last night's lack of sleep: a pea beneath the pillow of my day

the assassination of reason and proportion: our most enduring death Millions of kids will die because this administration gutted USAID. Nobody will lower an American flag for them. Nobody responsible will bat an eye. We are a sick country, full of decent people—and lots and lots of guns.

darkness descending on this land we hold dear

the last ten years— searching for sight in a hall of mirrors

awake past midnight tangled in the golden yarn of stars

just after sunset staring out from the hedges wild blue eyes of sloes

held together loosely with bindweed and rusty wire squeaky garden gate #dailyhaikuprompt vine

mountain pass~ the wind carries a widow’s curse

spiced scent of sweetgrass lingering in the cool breeze freshly mowed fields #dailyhaikuprompt spice

in defiance of everything sunbeam

I swear I can smell the golden slant of the sun come September.

we hold up the sky and watch as the past brings us drifting clouds #eastcoastkin #blueskymonday #vss365

you can have spring with all her promise and prettinesses but give me fall whose long farewell is never long enough

hands in cold water thinking how long the peppers took to ripen #haiku

and soft September rears her head and I reach for Keats like a drowning man

aging, how lovely… to be looked through as if I’m a dragonfly’s wing #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #haikuchallenge #aging #impermanence

setting sun— my mother's hand smooths my brow

already falling late sun filling with honey the gaps between leaves

this side of paradise there's nothing but ripe apples and bittersweet vine #dailyhaikuprompt vine

at this time of year, when the mercury drops and leaves loosen their grasp, I cling to the geese soaring overhead, who make of movement a holy law

the sun is rounding the bend in the road and the crickets are left to paint farewell

awoke to bad news but the day is lovely, anyway, and what do I have to lose?

bright morning~ a basket of apples on the handlebar #haiku

a long lost moon on a forgotten lake do you remember the color of my eyes

For me the best thing about the here & now is how clearly I see the there & then. I’m not 50 in this cricket-filled late-August dusk—I’m a kid playing hide & seek in my neighbor’s backyard, waiting for the streetlight to flicker on & tell me it’s time to go home. One long summer evening, all of it.

my favorite moments are the ones where I'm lost but close to discovering everything

cooler nights only the undulation of crickets #dailyhaikuprompt (undulate) #senryu #haiku

maybe it's been the hardest year I've known and maybe, still, I am luckier than most

But I could see for miles, miles, miles— youtu.be/TWcyIpul8OE?...