Autumn Haiku
Autumn Haiku
1.) In Autumn
A cool Autumn breeze
fallen Autumn leaves find path
or randomly pile.
Soon winter will come
soon snow will turn the world white
to gesso palette.
As cold prepares us
for a future built on fear
winter promises.
Sight to remember
moon on the edge of mountains
from this Autumn rise.
2.) Buried in Autumn Leaves
Shuffle through the leaves
branchless and brown at my feet
pile by my doorstep.
These days of Autumn
stretch into the early night
darkness brings my sleep.
Hidden in my home
I feel an emotional pain
shadow my effort.
Limbs of barren trees
I go out in the darkness
lit by a far light.
3.) Seasons Colors
The orange and the red
colors of a changing world
swirl on our palette.
Through stillness I move
one step slowly before next
labors memory.
Seasonal sadness
as the colors of the world
present sudden change.
With footstep forward
my dreams of evening fire light,
will I remember?
4.) Blue Skies Slightly Gray
Blue skies slightly gray
to ponder over hot tea
this movement of time.
Near empty bird nest
dried remains of tomato
plants dormant and still.
Man is what he does
to prepare for the winter
in comfortable homes.
The wind reminder
that we must pass through this life
guardians of gate.
5.) Rekindle Autumn’s Passion
Grass covered with dew
folding onto each crystal
as it bends the blade.
This delicate time
world prepares for winter’s weight
squirrels gather food.
That my body stays,
our last meeting together,
the Fall reminds me.
Walk every Autumn
it means I will see you soon
before winter’s snow.
6.) There is Some Warmth Still There
Green has gone dormant
a feeling buried inside
within each brown leaf.
Bare branches hold birds
if only for a moment
before flying off.
I sleep with head down
buried within these dried leaves
to drown in moment.
The sun sits in clouds
so plainly that it asks me
“thinking of small things?”
7.) A Prayer in Autumn
Once green Oak is bare
this desolation landscape
certain emptiness.
A time to find love
the barren tree asks the sky
to strengthen our hearts.
There is some warmth there
leftovers from summer’s sun
cannot read my heart.
My love shows my face
at the crying of the birds,
did we ever meet.
8.) Autumn’s Voice
Day turns night quickly
the chill welcoming my sleep
a season to sleep.
Season’s colors mix
tints and hues beyond senses
rare abilities.
Deer on pine mountains
know of the coming Autumn
by sounds from its voice.
Drop of morning dew
has not dried from pine needles
before evening mist.
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You are definitely a master of Haiku, Jamie, and the beauty you express within these verses is touching to the soul. Lovely work.
Thank you Phyllis for your kindness. Jamie
Good stuff Jamie – Autumn is my favorite time of year –
Thank you Kurt.