Dried leaves
tumbling and tapping down
the street.
Ken Wagner on Haiku Habits
Dried leaves
tumbling and tapping down
the street.
Ken Wagner on Haiku Habits
Young oak’s
straight shadow in cold light.
Dried leaves cling.
Ken Wagner on Haiku Habits
I pause -
the heavy air on
wet leaves.
Ken Wagner on Haiku Habits
Piles on the ground;
too many leaves have fallen.
They rustle, then rot.
Ken Wagner on Haiku Habits