Ya’ll cold yet? After all, we’re almost halfway into the fall season, which means winter will be here in about six weeks. Oh, wait–I just remembered. We’re talking about Texas. There’s nothing more confusing about Texas than its weather (except for its politics, but we’re not going there). Anyway, I tried my hand at a few haikus the other day–you know, “a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons.” I got that from so you know it has to be right. Since it was a chilly autumn morning, that’s what I wrote about. I know what you’re thinking: I’m not Japanese and I’m not a poet. Just cut me a little Texas slack, okay?


A Texan’s Take on Fall

Yesterday was hot,

The air wet and hard to breathe–

Late Texas summer.


Most different today,

The air is dry and full of

Autumn’s earthy smells.


Chill is in the air;

Dry leaves crinkle underfoot.

Fall has come at last.


Brown leaves swirl to earth.

Earth accepts their dryness and

Plans for next year’s growth.


Acorns surrender

Their stubborn hold on life and

Thunder down to earth.


Tomorrow will change

Back to hot and stifling air.

Summer will return.


Fall comes to Texas

Like a cheap traveling circus,

Here a day, then gone,


The temperature spikes,

Makes us pant and gasp and pray

For cool days to come.


When the cold arrives,

We curse it, wish for summer.

Texans are confused.