Fall of  ’98 – Haiku

Cloudbursts soak my clothes and shoes
Leave me wet and cold –
Web-bound bugs struggle

Yellow Ash leaves are falling
Covers the green, green –
The last mower sings

In her autumn bed
Passion tides recede and rise –
The fan moans softly

Wasting away in
Poly-something cubes –
Windows NT for our light

Who in hell can keep
Their minds off things forbidden –
Feet crunch the dead leaves

Harvest moon rising
The night is cold, the sky clear –
Glowing kites hover

–LE