Cherry hibernates,
safe under pine’s watchful eye.
A few leaves linger.
11-07 |
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11-24 |
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11-26 |
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The cherry had one last leaf on 11-26.
Did it sing Nunc dimittis before it fell on 11-30?
The sound of dry rain
fills the air above my yard.
“Keep the rake handy.”
October
Bright sun and cool air;
azure skies and pumpkin pies.
Leaves fall in glory.
Silver Savior
The crowning glory
of our civilization
is, of course, duct tape.
Glory ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #334
Some leaves change color.
I wait for a pot of gold
to end a rainbow.
Waiting ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #330
Flowers wilt;
leaves still make food. Why?
For next year.
Acorns spread the faith,
and leaves consecrate the world.
Church window, no wall.
The prophet month has come and gone:
July foretold the fall.
Then August did its autumn tease:
sly hints and that was all.
September barked “Start raking leaves!”
I did not hesitate.
October, just around the bend,
was when such chores must wait.
I have a daylight photo that looks much like a shot of the full moon thru colored leaves, so I can illustrate Chèvrefeuille’s beautiful evocation of true autumn while responding to
Carpe Diem Haiku Experiment #1 an introduction
with a short haiku (in 3-5-3 form) about how short the season is.
© Chèvrefeuille
light of the full moon
shines through colored leaves
at last … autumn
Ending Too Soon
Wind speeds up!
Leaves fall in panic!
Clouds roll in …
Mellow Curmudgeon 