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.