The sky gray; the air whisps cool.
Fall greets us at last.
1 My dear aunt is in the hospital right now, very sick, an unfun business. She loves haikus. Many a Sunday lunch, we sat together, as she sipped her Beefeater martini on the rocks with olives, passing a sheet of paper around, upon which she demanded, then and there, that we compose haikus. We mostly indulged her. Good, bad, or indifferent, I dedicate these haikus to her.