Where's the Miracle?

Kath with me today;
Company on haiku walk;
Always something new.

It's late afternoon--
Sun has moved over the lawn;
Now casts soft shadows.

On tips of the grass
Sun spreads the last light of day--
Glowing, pointy peaks.

In the wood's deep gloom
White flowers give off their light.
Thunder far away.

Now the sun has gone;
The road is covered with gray;
I hear our footsteps.

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13

Bright morning sunshine
Touches the old spider web;
Blotches on the lawn.

Air purifier
Humming in the living room
Makes me want to sleep.

Dark timothy grass
Rises spectral from the field;
Absorbs the sunshine.

Dark and sunlit stream
Courses into the forest;
Its sound is muted.

Too fast for camera,
Leaves keep falling from the sky;
I will catch one yet.

Where's the miracle
On this sunny Fall morning?
It must be ahead.