Autumn’s mist arrives,
adds a cool chill to the air,
and then leaves us … leaves.
.
That is a Haiku;
it is in no way funny,
and tales of Nature.
.
I can do Haiku;
though for a while they were not –
as they were silly.
.
Now, if I have to,
I can write serious things,
and leave puns behind.
.
The Sun rose tofday;
but it did so quite unseen
due to the mizzle.
.
“This’ll confuse them.”
said the Sun in his ‘hot’ voice.
Well, we had no choice
.
but to be confused.
We stared at the dusty sky,
then went back to bed.
