October 23
Morning’s fog-dulled sun
filters through a web of red
leaves. I live within
windows, think into
their vision. This late season,
in a late time, lights
the senses. Lord, don’t
let them close, keep the signal
clear—the song, open.
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Lovely, Joseph. It’s a haiku.
Funny I just now realize this.
The format was never as important
As the vivid images and their
Deeper message.
Mind blown:
I live within
windows, think into
their vision.