Similar to a previous Haiku. But it happened. I am startled every time when I see a moth this time of year. We have already had some nights as cold as 5 degrees Fahrenheit. Being outside all day – one of the good things about being a builder.
I stood under a hemlock to stay dry as a short squall moved through.
autumn rain -
in the bottom of my trashcan
the moon
After writing this, I was reminded of a similar experience. I had gone out after a cold but short rain. The night sky quickly cleared leaving light-fringed clouds behind. Signs of theft, interrupted by the rain, lay scattered under the mostly leafless raspberry brambles.
at the bottom
of the trashcan the raccoon forgets
the moon
Arriving at work today we found that some of our carpentry had been toppled - signs of a haphazard coming and going. The muddy ground was dotted with a commotion of puddles, all in the shape of hooves; and there was a divet in the fence.
no apples
under the tree – broken barbed wire
and poop
The day started with a November drizzle and I took to cleaning the house.
My daughters followed me from room to room, taking out what I put back. By lunch there was color in the rain and by mid-afternoon, sunlight drenched the roadways. I pulled some weeds from the aloe that I brought in. I left the door open.
even
inside my house the cold leaves cling
to one another
I find a wooden bowl that I have put on a top shelf, having hidden it from mice.
forgotten
wooden bowl. but still one
good apple
I have to work again tomorrow. I wonder if there will be snow on Moosilauke.
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