First Frost

After Sundown

October Haiku

                                                    In late October

                                             grasshoppers move so slowly

                                                    I'm sorry for them.

Nocturne

Late last night, on and off, the wind worried around the house, stirring the trees, humming in the chimney.  When it quieted to a mouse's breath, the crickets and cicadas would take up the song.  Then it swelled to a forte, and acorns pelted the roof. But the rain, where was the rain?  Sometimes its hard to sleep when you're waiting for rain.