I am posting this late tonight. I do not know if it is the weather change or the time change, but I have had a nagging headache all day. I was not sure I had a poem tonight so I am starting with a haiku I wrote at work this week. This haiku I got from a dream. While I can no longer see the rose

it is there in my mind still a thing of beauty.



 Dream Rose

...
 Ruined blinded eyes

Scarlet rose upon black silk

Blooms within my mind

.....

And so it seems even through the headache I have another poem to be given.

Sleep begins

...

A northern wind blows

frosted winds over pumpkins

un-picked

...

Under silver moon and

broken promise of

a golden sun.....

trees shiver, shaking

loose final remnants

of summers frock

...

Limbs once limber

whispering Summer"s

story....

Now,

dry and brittle,

tap the dirge, of

a season end,

where sleep

begins

...

ccd Nov. 2011