The Fall Life

Here is a series of Haikus put together when visiting the campground in this picture.  I haven’t written any poetry like this for over thirty years.  It was a pleasant experience.

The Fall Life

 
The quiet, cold breath  
Stirs the fallen leaves to life
As new pals greet them.

Naked branches creak
Bald from howling fall winds, still
Hosting winter nests.

The hectic fall life,
Busy animals working,
Watching, listening

A single stick cracks
Time stops for man and for beast
The waiting begins.

All life is afraid
Each knowing he is the prey
For the hunter’s plate

When the sun goes down
The stranger departs for home
The animals rejoice.

One last wind whispers
The trees creak their approval
Tired, the sun rests.