September 14th

autumn – how alive

are the dragonflies – but stray

from the pond – dust on the ground

September 7th

remaining heat –

illusory and real,

like a joke of autumn

September 6th

field-divider –

with a fine tooth comb the windstorm

sweeps the feathery grass

September 5th

wrapping up warmly,

still shivering – the night chill

follows my footsteps

September 4th

in summer – blazing,

in spring – clear, in winter – steel-cold,

but the autumn sky – deep blue and bold