Fall can be blurry

 with the onset of rain and wind.  Neither a negative.  Just facts of time.  

Which is real?

Tree or reflection?  Does it matter?  When Autumn makes all the leaves adhere to gravity, then will we know?  

Not for a second

 think this is not moving.  Your breath's imagination -- wow!

Ok, is this a butterfly

or a moth?  Does the lantana care?  Perhaps, call it "A Collaboration in Yellows."  
 

Imagine living

in a space where the door is oval.  Except there is no door.  Or perhaps this is an open window without a screen, and the front door is somewhere else in the house?  Oval doors.  Oval windows.  Open without screens.  Fodder for a narrative?  Or dream?   
 

Happy 21st birthday to haiku

Gorgeous, preconscious imp.  haiku is 21 today and the cosmos is a more glorious place because of him.  RIP, imp.  Here's a haiku just for you:   https://patriciacarragon8.wordpress.com/sense-and-sensibility-haiku-2/   Thanks to Patricia Carragon for publishing this haiku for haiku in the inaugural issue of Sense and Sensibility.  

Tunnel of your imagination

Quick, is a pen, pencil, brush or a pair of scissors with you invite as your companion?  

(credit:  SFMOMA, Olafu Eliasson One-way color tunnel, 2007).