HAIKU
© Bob Kusiolek

after the rain no sound but my footsteps on the pavement	sudden gust of wind - in the oak tree's shadow a name carved in stone
dripping from leaves onto an empty park bench, autumn rain	the house she lived in - now strangers arrive shaking snow from their boots
moon slowly rising - in the coffee shop travelers	time passing - bright leaves swept off the stairs and scattered by the wind
between withered trees yesterday's snowfall lingers in shapes of parked cars	cloud piled on cloud - curled up near the window the old cat sleeps
as cold as can be - the footsteps of someone departing	hazy moonlight - in the distance a lone boat on the lake
misty autumn rain - a beggar making music on an empty street	a crow speaking out - beside the road the last leaves tremble in the wind
moonlight brightening the window as the teacup is filled	crossing one more bridge - raindrop after raindrop on the old umbrella
the sound of rain tapping on the depot roof so far from home	night train passes, leaving only the wind rippling the prairie grass