September 2015 – Haiku
Tinkling the ivories.
Something I often tried to learn
but never mastered.
Oh the manly beard,
Scratchy, scruffy, smelly, rough,
Glad I can’t grow the stuff!
Shiver me timbers!!
It’s Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Why IS the rum gone?
It’s not surprising
To me at least, that coffee
and hearts share a day.
September used to
be the month I mourned Summer.
Now? Hooray for Fall!!
Esprit De Escalier 