Saturday Morning Haiku, 5-7-5. 7-9-7, Poetry soothes the weary

Crisp Autumn embrace

Colors give the best cuddles

Hello, Mr. Ant!

I saw a bucket

Drip by drop it overflowed
Be patient, dear heart

Do not envy the butterfly her wings

She earned her elegance with hot tears and time
Cocoons do not cowards make

Dear sweet bird up in the sky
Won't you come sing me a lullaby
I want only to listen

Embrace change but don't forget

Becoming is a painful process;

Just ask that mountain up there

Light eddies on chilly toes

Her chest rises and falls next to mine

So, the Sun does also rise

Joy beckons to Grief

Just a little farther, love

I will be waiting right here