golden-wrapped autumn
wears a light hooded jacket
when function meets style.
pumpkins by truckloads
‘neath autumn’s bluest skies
poker faced lanterns.
Peace, people!
Category: Haiku
Rush Hour in a Small Town
small towns lack some perks
like traffic jams, long commutes,
and endless traffic.
rush hour lasts minutes
and might be easily missed
while enjoying wine.
Fear
fear is a disease
best cured by decisive acts;
worry loves waiting.
breathe deeply, exhale
then launch a frontal attack;
kick fear in the nuts.
Scaling Walls
discouraging heights
intimidate most climbers
except those lovelorn. 
all those tangled hearts
drawn to assail reaches lost
without hope’s reward.
no rope, nor pulleys
may be enlisted for cause,
spurring hopelessness.
Ignorance and Bliss
when is it okay
to scream in frustration’s wake?
ignorance was bliss.
Old Lyme Creek
crisp golden aspens
burst full with autumn’s glory
along Old Lyme Creek
Peace, people!
Not What it Seems Haiku
little lizard mistook
my bare toe for a pebble
shocking him and me!
Peace, lizards!
Life’s Choices
some things truly are
written large in black and white,
like fidelity.
lay blame at your feet,
how can you be so foolish?
o’ child, chances fade.
Scapegoat
let me bear the blame
i’ll take the heat for your sins
time and time again.
forget politeness
and various niceties
i will wear the mark.
Small Talk
conversation is
not at all my strongest suit;
often I’m tongue-tied.
I’d much rather type
bits of witty repartée,
my mouth firmly closed.
So don’t expect much
should we meet face to face, friend.
My patter falls flat.
Peace, people!
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