Saturday haiku
(senses applied to what’s outside; maybe each verse stands alone; maybe they all have to go together)


the skitterers wait
leaves falling then branches cleared
skittering delight


what is there to hear
surprised or unsurprised sound
to like or endure


out front I smell town
cars and bricks and street work there
out back trees and leaves


unconvincing taste
air that’s all mixed together
good and bad to breathe


touching the splinters
old drying frame of window
trees too far away


c l couch


photo by LR HULTS on Unsplash