October 31, 2014

we scare a tiny monster
without meaning to

October 30, 2014

hand-me-downs —

photos of my mother

that I thought were me

October 29, 2014

how traffic reports
only stop being jargon
as we’re nearing home

October 28, 2014

today’s true story
is about a teenager
who still likes his hugs

October 27, 2014

outlines on the beach
where the castles stood

October 26, 2014

ginger snappy
we all head back in
for our sweaters

October 25, 2014

the train whistle seems
lonelier than usual
counting the hours

October 24, 2014

oh, flying squirrel
no one will believe us
once we’re both home

October 23, 2014

busy all day
with forgetting
my father’s birthday

October 22, 2014

I was wrong
about those last leaves clinging
they were letting go

October 21, 2014

sorry, bunny! —
that pesky car alarm
scares me, too

October 19, 2014

frost in the forecast
costume stores, too

October 18, 2014

I still feel it
encircling my finger
lost ring

October 17, 2014

warm spell
we put on summer dresses
one last time

October 15, 2014

roofline woodpeckers
busy at the corners
annual checkup

October 14, 2014

dog at the door
the embodiment of joy
once I say “walk”

October 13, 2014

fewer deer this year
my father explains
about the coyote

October 12, 2014

the day, still early —
giant leaf pile
before the jump

October 11, 2014

turning an apple
trying for a single peel
I hold my childhood

October 10, 2014

October 09, 2014

amidst the splendor
one tree is already bare
visiting mom

October 08, 2014

autumn rain
and the way it drips
into my dreams

Special bonus! Here is this haiku as translated into Esperanto by my friend Steven Brewer:

aŭtuna pluvo kaj kiel ĝi gutetas en miajn sonĝojn

October 07, 2014

October 06, 2014

twenty pounds of grapes
seems like a jackpot
until we get home

October 05, 2014

October 04, 2014

an edge in the air —
two bucks move in,
antlers lowered

October 03, 2014

winter comes closer
with each passing mile — 
our long drive north

October 02, 2014

garden stalks
bent low with their last blooms
full of bumblebees

October 01, 2014

early autumn
the robin’s two-note warning
as the leaves turn