The Five Hundredth Post

Five years ago, I began my walks down Yerry Hill Road in Woodstock. Five years ago I began writing haiku each time I took the walk.

This post marks the five hundredth post since I began the blog, Yerry Hill Road Haiku. It never grows dull. It never gets boring. Here's to another five hundred posts and to the curious readers who chance upon these pages.


Damp road and bright sun;
Rain gives new life to the trees;
Soggy leaves on road.

A new burst of life:
Bushes bloom with moisture.
Goats snort down their food.












A few trees are bare;
Others bask in morning sun.
Fall seems to have stalled.

The driveway is beige;
Dead leaves cover the ground;
Shadows are longer.

Sun plays on the leaves
Dancing between light and dark--
Many dimensions.

One red leaf sticks out,
Nestled in the brown tree stump:
Two colors of death.











How gently they fall,
The floating leaves all over,
Landing without sound.

Filtered rays of sun
Beam down through the leaves and mist
Lighting up the road.