2/3/07:
Look! Leopard colours
in the creek, floating, drowning,
the first fallen leaf.
3/3/07:
It is just starting
to be Friday in Texas.
It's warm and windy.
Here, it's a hot night.
The breeze is light, with an edge.
Lads go past, yelling.
I think of Austin,
April Austin with poems
yelled on wild warm nights.
9/3/07:
I'm late here tonight
to swim my autumn river.
The breeze has a chill.
The tide runs out fast.
The rowboat up yonder slows.
I make for the shore.
12/3/07:
Observation
Friday came and went.
Many refrained from haiku
as the season changed.
16/3/07:
The nights grow cooler.
The street shuts its doors early
and draws the curtains.
20/3/07:
Winter is coming.
Then I can wear my SWAT boots
I got in Texas.
21/3/07:
An outgoing tide
takes us gently, suddenly
beyond our limits.
28/3/07:
Blustery day here.
We head south: even colder.
Swimming's over now.
© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2007
