daveboyer

the yellow moon hides in the pan the bacon hisses

train whistle billows of steam from the humidifier

all the flavors of the orange sunset

in a drafty kitchen I peel an egg bereft of haiku

flags in a distant courtyard squirrel chirps from a leafless perch

a faint taste of chocolate in the concept of fallen leaves

a winter fly bangs the ceiling thin groundhog soup

the strange poetry of dreams I wake up so thirsty

first smile of the year my fingers stained with blue ink

autumn leaves like me trapped under ice