The Night So Silent: Autumn Haiku Poem by GORDON GILHULY

the night so silent
as it steals shapes: in the trees
the moon listening

the night sound of leaves
falling, quieter than rain -
streets draped in fall grey

deep in the belly
of memory: eyes blue as
a winter's morning

just black trees and ten
million acres of red sky:
a bowl of soft fire

the early morning:
branches of the birch tree cradle
a few dying stars

autumn sitting just
outside my window: the long
slow black fire of birds