Autumn Wind Talking

The morning wears the humidity like a cloak. Through still air, the cries of the hawk from the tree canopy. He seizes the opportunity to buzz the red tailed squirrels, bringing to a halt their morning romp. The morning gaggle of geese wander through like they own the place. All a part of the morning routine around here.

 

early morning walk
flutter ripple through trees – soon,
autumn wind talking

Pat R

9/08/18

For Frank Tassone’s Poetry Challenge where the ptompt is Autumn Wind

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For dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday