Haiku – Page 20 – aka, The Abject Muse

The Witnesses

Two scarecrows peek out through the gloomy morning mist that hides Night’s misdeeds.

Falling leaves wrinkle Sidewalks burgundy-orange Spicing autumn air.

My mama told me: “That boy shady, no damn good.” So, I married him.

Once-yellow tractor Abandoned and forgotten caked with rust and time.

Safe within my heart our secret burns like wildfire; sweet conflagration