2. 
where did summer go?
the wild fires burn, choke, renew
green leaves slow to red

The second stanza of my “Eight Haiku” using words you shared with me. 

This haiku’s words were “slow, burn, go.” I wanted to bring attention to the time between summer and fall, the sometimes gradual but swift transition. How an entire season of our lives can fade if we don’t pay attention. Or the mystery of going out one day and noticing the smell of smoke is gone, or there’s a crispness in the air. And nature plugs along, undeterred by everything we seem hung up on.