Summer may be gone

Yet in my heart it lingers

Spreading its warmth

The days grow shorter

Light has become a treasure

More precious than gold

Squirrels always know

That winter is on its way

Hunger will return

Yellow flecks appear

Here and there a splash of red

Appears in the trees

Dear Chi,

These are for you-

Brave traveler through life and Long Island!

Love,

Nori

2004

September Haiku