Violet hills at gloaming –
my shoulders shiver
bare branches rattle
extracting words,
plucking butterflies
from a stream
black crow perches
on a bone white branch
watching
ruffled lichens,
like green ravioli,
bloom on wet stone
a curled leaf hangs
from its barren brown twig-
a bat, sleeping
sun shines
through naked trees,
wintry patterns of light
at the bus stop,
my breath in white clouds
my nose a red cherry
I thought I was participating in Robert Lee Brewer’s November Poem a Day challenge, but when I sat down to write this little note, reading the guidelines so I could describe the challenge to you, I realized I wasn’t following the rules. Whoopsie. There are prompts each day you’re supposed to follow for the challenge. Oh well. Here are some unprompted haiku-a-day for the first week of November.
Butterfly Mind 
Very meditative!
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