October haiku


Last fiery blaze

flame leaves against summer blue

ripe golden season.


Wind blows gentle shakes

leaves of vivid autumn hues

scattering bright gold.


The brittle brown grass

gleams with last night’s broken glass

and gold bottle tops.


October leaves fall

by November their red gold

a mere memory.


When the noonday sun

is pale as dawn and wind bites

winter is coming.