with a start
the first haiku
of the month
that above!
is that the limit
of dreams?
summer dreams:
all that remains
not yet grey
her slip ...
the susurrus 
of her lips
cold snap
what's left of warmth
in embers 
oh! the words that do escape
hang too long in the air
left over
from far brighter days
an apple core
deeper into winter
the heat pump hums for me