they catch me
coming and going
my eyes itch
my sinuses clog
like an old drain
whether the trees
are budding
or the leaves
are taking their
parting shot
on their way
to death
how can some
thing as simple as
coming and going
budding and falling
cause so much
pain and discomfort
in the midst of
beauty and color?
I think I’m still
talking about leaves.
Peace,
Milton
A small haiku for you Milton.
Landscapes gray and drear/ Autumnal desolation/ Wind leaves trees so lonely.
Sure love your blog. Cadgie aka the Dancing Crow