four haiku for late November…


    snow
        falls whispering into the whispering
            brook

    90 November 11th

    under
        her umbrella—evening folds into 
            night

    91 November 15th
    un-
        wanted—her doll's button-eyes still
            shine

    92 November 18th

    still
        leaning sunward—the withered wild-
            flowers

    93 November 22nd 2021 | bottlecap

haiku for the close of October

    children
        gone to bed—a jack-o-lantern's grin flickers
            out

    86: October 28th

As I was walking along minding my own business, a couple neighbors startled me. They’d snuck under the electric fence (which, to folk like them, is a mere formality).

    apples
        rotting under the tree—for two pigs?
            perfection.

    87: November 1st 2021 | bottlecap