October’s fingers <br />Slip the golden gowns of trees <br />To woodland carpet <br /> <br />A curtain of rain <br />Relentless, daring spume feeds <br />Into my progress <br /> <br />Miles of black-top loom <br />Shadows block the burning sun <br />Semi-trucks rally<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-by-adeline/
