Still Mornings

A Haiku Bouquet

Misty morning on the Ouse, taken by the author.

Mist dampens the path
Muffling the soft tread of hooves~
Dew in cloven pools.

Verdant leaves linger
Unwilling to let go
Time for them to fall.

Dead hands float palm up
Crinkled fingers catch the breeze~
Life’s cup flows over.

Days of slow decay
Paced with lengthening shadows~
Lamplight glows within.

© Chris Noonan