poem
on a mild day
in September
this cold tea
a blend of
green tea
with pear
and jasmine
the farewell to
a summer
who has been
a scoundrel
in some way
(AW, Sept 2026)
a wet day
some complain
about wetness
no complains
about the dust
on the cupboard
next to them
they're able
to ignore it
and now let's talk
haiku
the colours
milder in autumn
shrill voices remain shrill
September clouds
one might think
done by an artist
strange times
of mistrust
in this unsettled
autumn
possibly a gang
these birds
over there
possibly with plans
and of course
bad ones
start of autumn
even soft shoes pinch
on old feet
ragweed pollen
my body barks like
a dog in a yard
a Friday
with more wind than necessary