on the bayou – Shift Key

Haiku 4.21

how sweet is her love
as I change and grow how sweet
is her loving touch

night comes in under
the treetops reflecting the
the last light of day

I stared at the page
I stared into space without
a thought in between

the weather today
is like a still life painting
only God could paint

the sounds of silence
grew louder than the drone of
a fan and my thoughts

late poems come between
I can’t fall back asleep and
I go back to bed

when you hold my hand
every clock in the world stops
for you touch my soul

I stepped outside for a break
right into a cold front. My hot
coffee won’t stay hot long.

Wind gusts are pushing
through the trees like a
downhill locomotive.

The force of winter has nothing
in its way. The fall is forgotten
but my brain is still in sandals.

first cold day with a
morning frost the air feels good
and smells so so sweet

from the get-go today
there were no clouds

a slight wind and the
sun was strong all day

if it weren’t for the
heater kicking on you

would think it was
still summer well it

looks like it but I had
to wear a coat to go

out to check the mail
I told myself I was

warm enough but they
say tonight will be the

first freeze of winter

I pray all the pestilence
on our planet will perish

with summer