the tall maple is a shimmering yellow
the deep crunch beneath my feet
sounds mournful still
its twin to the left
was being gnawed at by rot
and had to be removed
since then I haven’t had the heart
to poach its sticky syrup
I will never forget the gasp escaping the earth
as huge sections of the trunk was felled
the house shook
For dVerse Poets Pub… an interesting prompt this week where Sarah is hosting – Three little words. Stop by to read or participate here
My choice : Sticky. Left. Gasp
At our first autumn gathering around the firepit the air is crisp. It is clear change is afoot in more ways than one.
The conversation is at once silly and heartfelt, as it can sometimes be among friends. Everyone just needs a break from all the turmoil.
My gaze move between the flicker of the flames, and the moon.
in the night sky
on this autumn night
the moon wears a mask
of drifting clouds
it comes, and it goes.
For Colleen’s a weekly Tanka Tuesday where the prompt this week is the theme “Night Sky” a Gogyohka Haibun, sorta. To read or to participate go here.
(Took this photo in the park, a tree sanctuary. I often wonder how this shape came to be)
a quiet russle
grows to excited chatter
a swift breeze moves through
as I near the shaded grove
I pause at the sound of change
Over at Colleen’s it’s theme week. This is the quote we are using for inspiration, provided by Sue Vincent. To read more or to participate go here.
“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse
pieces of my life
on bits of paper mingle
with the coins
in my pocket – the poem
continues to elude me
For Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge where the prompt words are Change & Defy ( using synonyms)
in trees, suttle signs
as autumn rounds the corner
more visible sky
For Haiku Horizons where the prompt is Corner.
And, coincidentally:) for Frank Tassone Haikai Challenge – referencing Autumn
poking through the fog
an impressionist painting
without the fanfare
scenes shift, change and come alive
feeds my imagination
changes on branches
the start of tender new buds
in this harsh winter
whispers of spring, though distant
hints of beauty born of hope
For #Tuesday Tanka
& Daily Haiku Challenge
Photo : A park near me.
fallen leaves are brown
bare branches now face deep frost
how time has moved on
through weary bones, but laughter
tends my soul holding time still
#Daily Haiku Challenge
last summer concert
change of season comes to mind
wane of summer days
For Ronovan Writes Haiku
walls crumble in wake of spring
Carpe Diem Haiku