Ripples in the Fog

 

 

October Haiku Series

Ripples in the fog

last will be first

as ripples are tend to be

these October sheets

rolling light gathers

as wind kissed autumn's lover

dotted by whispers

there in the cover

of water's rhythm dancing

as fall's sliding breath

a nod to Autumn

the simmering love kiss

as it passes by

her sounds never heard

as if scraped by a lover

gathering to himself

along the open path

an expanse of a season

now the orange promise

A Mendoza, 2016