Fresh pile of leaves Leave me craving Childhood memories
One Last Hurrah
Leaves explode In a riot
Work is Never Done
Mow the lawn Rake the leaves Shovel the sidewalk No matter the season There is work To be done -Kel Dayheart
Spring Forward
The bright colors of spring Are upon us once more Eating up the cold grey winter Until we barely remember Those bitter nights -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #71
The scent of apple
Lingers on my leather coat
Long after night falls
Bats at Play
Dusk falls with the leaves
A chill creeps more prominently
Fragment of a Figment 