Haiku, you never fail me.

I'm not entirely sure how I'm lucky enough for you to be interested in me,
but I am -
and its one of those things I'm not going to question, really.

I'm terrible at writing things literally.

First frost of autumn,
sweet smoke from red-door houses.
four steps through old leaves.

There,
that's much better.

I'm glad I make you smile :)