As surprised as I
The deer
In the field.
Impaled
By pine tree,
A new moon.
Applauding
The south wind-
Platane leaves.
Watching clouds today,
Thinking about a haiku
To write tonight.
What a relief
A whole day
Without internet
From window sill
Its all the same to cat
If leaves twirl or drop.
Autumn regret
Is switching from short pants
To long.
It takes
All morning
For the fog to lift.
Church bells,
Thank God I don't have
A hangover.
Winter isn't far
Says my beard
In the mirror.
I fell in love with sex
A woman said
At the park.
Why be sad
In front of
Morning mist?
Some days all I can do
Is save spiders
From kitchen sink.
Scattering clouds
The Mistral
Blows its horn.
A horse in the field
Comes over to eat
My finger tips.
