Blackout #229

It flaps its wings like nocturnal blackness travels over the full-starred heavens

Haiku #214

Let's go for coffee Like we used to until it's Cold saying nothing

The crows surround him laughing No one is afraid of A broken down scarecrow

Smell of hay The rocking of the wagon On our way

Rustling in the night There is something there Watching me

Rake away the day today And let the harvest come

Pumpkin spice And everything nice That's what girls

The crickle crack of the leaves Bring the sense of company Sounds like there's someone else

I could swear I saw you Yesterday in a crowd But you were gone

Rose petals scatter like blood splatter She swallows down the bile As the sickly sweet scent reaches her