The Heron's Nest
a haikai journal ... 

red maple leaves
I sip the last
drops of wine

airport wait–
a one-legged blackbird
adjusts to the wind

autumn sunset . . .
Mississippi backwater
flooded with color

moonlight
a spider spins
between the scarecrow's legs

end of summer
the rust on my scissors
smells of marigolds

autumn sky–
the perfect blue
of dragonfly eyes

evening train
windfall apples scattered
near the tracks

finding my way
with every turn
the full moon