This week’s haiku

The wind has a rhythm…

Wind rattles dry leaves
Fuchsia ballerina twirl
Brambles sway in time



Definite hints of Autumn…

The first gale arrives.
Checks the chores to be performed.
Starts with leaf-plucking



Season changing…

Planning their journey,
Swallows gather to chatter.
The lines are buzzing.



Meanwhile, out on the patio…

No sign of the ants.
The slabs, still warm, are empty.
Just a dragonfly.