Haiku...A Few Poem by Ian Bowen

Cold at every door
An iced moon lights up gardens
Even shadows shiver

A shift in weather
New sun mops nature's wet floors
Dry patches appear

A night wind fumbles
The last leaf hangs defiant
Soon bareness will rule

Rains of wet blows
Lash larch and ancient oak
Sprays splash in silver

Music from the fields
Arias of birdsong blend
Until night shutters

On Autumn leaf paths
I skid on late September
Leaves litter long lanes