POEM: “A Short Series of Haikus Falling Like Autumn Leaves through Fading Sun”

A Short Series of 

Haikus Falling Like Autumn 

Leaves through Fading Sun

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Not the burning bush but

a flaming tree ignited

by God’s dying breath

.

Golden leaves outstretched

to capture sunlight within

this darkened tunnel

.

Trio of vultures

survey sunken waters from

their damned concrete perch

.

Deer peer from wooded

shadows, play hide and seek with

sleek metal killers

.

Bromfield’s ghost haunts

Malabar Farm’s gift shop from

within printed pulps

.

A roadside market

beckens with the promise

of great hanging gourds

.

The cliff’s deep beauty,

once its origin is known,

falls like a sharp drop

.

Daytime’s pattern strobes

across my retinas as

the highway unfolds

.

A wooly welcome

waits on our concrete driveway

worming its path home

.

Rhythmic heat beneath

cool sheets steam windows viewing 

the summer’s last gasp

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The above string of haikus was inspired by a family daytrip to Mohican State Park, with a series of stops along the way.

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*image courtesy of publicdomainpictures.net via Creative Commons Licensing.

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