out walking
under this late
september sky
promised thunderstorms
never saw a drop of rain
dirty mud drops
spotted the bonnet of the car
where they dried
the air stinks of rain
refusing to fall
and diesel
–petrichor and fuel–
making me remember
autopia and the submarine ride
at disneyland
they don’t
take paper tickets
anymore
the blue in the sky
a cobalt strike
like earth when
you take her picture from space
clouds rolling
blisters of grey and
not quite white
i remember autumn
by the smell of leaves
wet sticky ones–all wilted lettuce
and dry ones–crackling thin potato chips
bring on the equinox
i’m ready for a day with
an equal amount of light
and darkness
Words and Feathers 
Beautiful poem. Incidentally, I
often associate potato chips with fall and early winter. Not sure why, but they have appeared in my haiku before. Love the natural way you drift from image to image, and the spaces or silences between the images that say so much. Great poem.
Thanks very much. I’m not sure what made me think of potato chips there. 😀
They’re good to think about. And eat.
I love your crisp poem! The potato chips line was so good. 🍟 I only have fries, but they’re called “chips” in England 😃
Mmm… Chips. 😋
This poem walks along so beautifully; really feels like an autumn walk. I like too your description of the sky…
Thank you very much!
Nice!
Thank you!