Haiku 153

Whence this Autumn chill?
Berries glow red as singed leaves
curl on the branches.

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Indoors

Is it cold outside?
I’d perish if it was.
The Moon beams down
a light-encrusted frost
in mockery of the Sun.
Summer? Is it lost?
I’ll stay indoors
where August lingers still
for I do not have the will.