Voila: from the deep archives of skyewriter journals, I give you [flourish of oranges, reds, and yellows]:
A Halloweek haiku:
Scattered scraps of thought
For a few moments time falls
Whispering from trees
And it is no wonder I teach for a living instead of writing.
Please feel free to leave your own haiku... (no pun intended).
Happy Samhain one and all.