Poem 31

the fire creeped, shattering the glass
orderly street into turmoiled stream
a loud shout, awakened the passersby
at home, a family took cover
when a month went by, forgotten
a distant memory of a troubled summer

Haiku 11

agosto deslavado
em suas noites cinzentas
a novembro se parece

Poem 30

It’s the devil’s wind; it’s the devil’s wind.
Robert passed by and said hi!,
The moonlight hugs the Kitchen floor
Ever changing, but never changing.
It’s the devil’s wind; it’s the devil’s wind.
Red hair down, Lisa rundown!,
Leaves scattered upon the grass
Ever changing, but never changing.