Low clouds cover road.
An autumn scene is revealed.
Bear cub lies dying.
Driver’s eyes widen.
The fall’s chill ills them inside.
Cub cries in ag’ny.
Greyness enters soul.
Harvest gloom looms overhead.
Li’l legs are flailing.
Time passes as cars.
Folks enjoy fall foliage.
People stop—gawk—drive by bear.
'Tis the right season.
All life has its own autumn.
Apathy is death’s design.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 18, 2025.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Category: Haiku
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Stark and cold as the season you blend and carry though each stanza with the image. The cold reality of death pulls at the heart. Nature's way for all to see with little that can be done but accept and prepare for the winter. Your imagery is splendid Tristan but it is the construction and blending that gets the fave on this poem and its message. Very nice
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