maple glow

haiku

glow of maple orange

even of the last few leaves

pierces misty fog

dawn sings

sunrise glows muted

through light fog

its brilliant awakening of day

hushed but still singing of the glory

of our gifted world

gray-green settles

gentle gray-green settles imperceptibly

onto autumn mornings as our sun

scampers south ahead of harsh winter

yet the mood-resolving tint helps

prepare our courage and resolve

for endurance when only the depths

within us will carry us through

gray awaiting sunrise in october

gray haze between the hills

spread out and lingering

as though reluctant to rise

until touched by dawn’s warmth