Twoku: Night’s lonely singer / September’s last cicada / his buzz-saw love song. — The Haikook —
On this bright, chilly day, with belly and heart still full from yesterday’s family gathering, it feels as if autumn just gave way to Winter…with the same suddenness and aggression…
Twoku: Late autumn / colors gone, change film / black and white.
Twoku: Sun attempts / to unchill autumn / afternoon.
Twoku: Day arrives with frost / painted windows, metal, grass / all aged overnight.
This spectacular rose is the last man standing, the end-of-the-season, the climax, a final offering from this hardy rosebush in October. Here, glistening in cold Autumn rain, this single rose…
Twoku: Green gardening gloves / ready for hibernation / until Spring’s return.
Twoku: So, if one must work / working on a crisp fall day / seems like a good thing.