LUNE LANDING - series of lune haiku

LATE BLOOMER sun highlights the bod of oak bark - Autumn knight CLINGERS won’t let go - cling to puppy love, its branches CLEAVERS cleaves to old relationship vow - storm shakes loose LANDING the leaves land amidst the old maids’ bitterness BRITTLE BONES the children jump in old gals’ laps living loud RING AROUND THE ROSIES circle round sing, “ashes…ashes…” and fall down LEARNING CURVE life up there in the lusty air now seems strange GONE WITH THE WIND scattering the old bats’ ashes to the wind REBORN phoenix lands a bitty wiser and lighter