Thursday, September 07, 2006

Sprung circles

Lately I waken
dreaming of haiku
and sleepily write
their half fathomed words
on unlined smooth leaves
of notebooks nearby.

Outside my window
I can clearly hear
season's first fallen
ash and maple leaves
eddying in corners
skipping sprung circles
in squared shelters of
garage doors and curbs
tsking sharp whispers
against rough concrete.

1 comment:

Day Dreamer said...

I love those whispers - they tell me fall is coming.