Fall

The morning wears the humidity like a cloak. Through still air, the cries of the hawk from the tree canopy. He seizes the opportunity to buzz the red tailed squirrels, bringing to a halt their morning romp. The morning gaggle of geese wander through like they own the place. All a part of the morning routine around here.

early morning walk
flutter ripple through trees – soon,
autumn wind talking

Pat R

9/08/18

For Frank Tassone’s Poetry Challenge where the ptompt is Autumn Wind

For dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday

The Swirl

Posted on December 27, 2017 by jazzytower

the swirl
of autumn leaves
left to the wind

Pat R

12/23/17

Autumn Quatrain

Posted on November 20, 2017 by jazzytower

The challenge today is to write a quatrain.
The beauty of the quatrain (4 lines with an AABA rhyme)
I’ve never written one before. But here goes:

Across the yard wind blown leaves frolic
As I revel in this autumn classic
They pick up speed going the other way
Swell of the russle adds art to graphics

Pat R

11/19/17

For

Thotpurge Micropoetry Month