A Knowing

the blush of autumn
now long gone, a quiet grace
takes its turn in time –
through creaky bones, a knowing –
like spring vines set to run wild

Pat R


For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen Weekly Tanka Tuesday

Autumn’s Blush

well clad vines loose
autumn blush – artful scrolls emerge;
on nature’s compass

Pat R


For Ronovan Writes Haiku

Where the prompt words are Art & Compass. Pop over and join in😊😊