Autumn photos and poems

Wary/ like a guard dog/ or the secret service/ Greye checks the yard with feline eyes/ then sits.

a flock of blackbirds

flying down to the cotton

no scarecrow around

Lady/bug lights on my/ puzzle page. Sans even/ a hello! I quickly flick it/ away.

A squirrel/ under the car/ forages for acorns/ abundant from the wind in the/ oak tree.

sunset

adding its colors

to autumn foliage

--Dorothy McLaughlin, from our calendar,

CONNECTING OUR HOUSES

c 2017 PL & DMcL, co-author's of Connecting Our Houses, a perpetual haiku calendar, out of print