Fields of aged
gold
Boughs hang heavy with ripened
fruit
Shimmering
Cider
The year grows
old
Leaves blown by the
wind
Golden
rainfall
The rolling
fields
Fade into a mist shrouded
horizon
Dark ocean of
trees
The seasons
turn
Cold bites the wind blowing from the
North
Jacket
required
Chill touches
spine
Voices from ages gone whisper
haunted imprecations
Costumed
carnival
Young eyes
sparkling
Domestic explosive detonates among
the stars
Sacrificial straw man
Equinox to
Solstice
Advancing nights herald Winter's
Onset
Cyclic
beauty
Love these! I'm so in love with Autumn, and these are just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed! :-)
DeleteThis is Conna, btw.
ReplyDeleteHello!! Lol! :-)
DeleteNo wonder it didn't turn up in my reading list since it's a year old!
ReplyDeleteI don't really like haikus, unfortunately - never could appreciate them - so all I can do is commend your effort.
I am not one for the Haiku: and, actually,I loathe them. A good bit of these, I really wouldn't consider haikus, Jez... Yes, I was counting syllables. It doesn't matter, though, because they are fantastic. It's the thought. You know that I adore Autumn. I consider it The Dying Season and have a poem somewhere, titled that. It's a time of fading, the end of cycles; but it is a time of magic. You caught that. :-) I love them. My first comment had been better than this and I copied and pasted each and had something to say. I wasn't signed in...not sure I like this site; but, again, you know how I am. ;-) Loveths~ xx
ReplyDeleteApologies for the grammar... Rum... *looks around, then flees...
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