Losing It (Five Haiku)

kaleidoscopic! not those here-and-now colors but in memory cloudy sky is filled full of black twiggy branches a large crow shoots past picket fence and trees standing tall like sentinels like sad sentinels comes-on quietly so benign the sensation so bloody empty! this revelation times at last you think you know shrug! alas you don’t fleeting memory self-flagellation head-shake another one lost again and again scene full of twiggy branches black crow descending