a squad of squirrels,
scampering through the rain,
collecting black walnuts.
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Nov 21
Nov 18
frost melt the size of marbles, dripping off the porch roof, shine like crystal in the morning sun.
Nov 14
leafless trees
winter gray
stand swaying
on autumn’s
blanket brown.
Nov 08
the reflected silhouettes of leafless trees fade into the murky mirror, the now sunless river, whispering:
day is done.
Nov 06
like a sun shower,
Winter’s fingers on the roof,
last night’s frost drips.
Nov 04
bran, brown blanketing
green grass, yet lingering
leaves, seen from afar
Oct 22
carefully harvesting low hanging fruit from the 40 foot pear tree at Hearth Hill.
Sep 29
laundry day: when black walnuts like baseballs hang by a thread, 30 feet above the laundry line, precaution is advised.
Sep 23
walnuts crashing (bam!),
autumn’s courier (bang!)ing
on the Well House roof.
#HearthHill #haiku
Nov 16
the well house in late autumn (photo by Robin Heath)
Oct 22
a ghost in the grass: last night’s frost become drifting mist in morning sun. #HearthHill #autumn #haiku
Sep 30
