Sometimes autumn nights
fall fast; library books late.
We return, borrow.
In the dark, we stop
to visit, love; touch shiny
fire trucks again.
They sit, cool fall air
passes through the garage; we
say goodbye, head home.
Category: Haiku
Sometimes autumn nights
fall fast; library books late.
We return, borrow.
In the dark, we stop
to visit, love; touch shiny
fire trucks again.
They sit, cool fall air
passes through the garage; we
say goodbye, head home.