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
For Frank Tassone’s Poetry Challenge where the ptompt is Autumn Wind
For dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday