Haiku for the end of September…

A devil's paintbrush come very late to the party.



I've been awfully busy with carpentry since returning 
from Halifax, replacing windows, doors and rotten sills. 
My back has been in bad shape but hasn't prevented me from 
working—if I'm careful. Still no frost in Vermont. By this 
time last year we'd had three or four killing frosts.


    
    after
        rainfall—her toes among bobbing crab-
            apples

    75 September 2oth

The rains have been warm. The crab apples 
took to floating in the puddles after a good and 
drenching shower.



    leaping
        from the paper, a cricket's exclamation
            point!

    76 September 23rd


The best September days have only just now shown up. 
The breezes are cool and the sun is warm, but not hot. The
humidity has gone out of the air. The hillsides are still green
but the sap is going out of the leaves. They rattle and fall
with each gust.

    doors
        and windows closed before nightfall—
             autumn

77 September 27th ~ Bottlecap


A freshly baked loaf of bread for the evening's meal.