October is here. And so does the chilly breeze. The true autumn month. Afternoons go dark. The fog rises, day and night. All Hallows’ Eve, soon. My countdown to life. A decade will end and start. Glorious birthday. To the great blue sky. As you look down these forest fires, please, cry, shed your tears.
Haiku and Pseudo-Haiku
Random haiku and pseudo-haiku