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
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