fall – Bonnie Saul Wilks

blown before the wind brittle brown leaves dancing at their own funeral dirge

haiku: funeral

rubied leaf shivers in the autumn breeze, dressed up for a funeral

proof that God exits– snowflakes, scarlet leaves, sunlight– there is nothing but…

Here is our first azaleas of the season.

a scarlet leaf stains my parched lips and quenches what is thirsty in me