Monday, September 09, 2024
Poems of Autumn's arrival
It was a bountiful harvest of haiku last week-- thanks everyone!
Desiree's home state is not ready for Fall:
“Slow your roll, Fall!” says
the Old Dominion. “I am
still bringing the heat!”
the Old Dominion. “I am
still bringing the heat!”
Nor is the Medievalist's (at least his adopted state):
In Central Texas,
It’s ninety-five and sunny,
All the leaves are green.
It’s ninety-five and sunny,
All the leaves are green.
Amy begs to differ:
Wearing it today—
Bark brown brightened with creamed butter—
Color you could eat.
Bark brown brightened with creamed butter—
Color you could eat.
And also has a bug problem:
But fall reverie
Still loses to mosquitoes
Til they’ve had enough.
Still loses to mosquitoes
Til they’ve had enough.
Jill Scoggins is looking forward to it:
Brown leaves in green grass.
Cool mornings. Early apples.
Fall is on the way.
Cool mornings. Early apples.
Fall is on the way.
And I loved this anonymous entry:
Mowing the lawn still
Winter is coming soon stark
Mornings bear new light.
Winter is coming soon stark
Mornings bear new light.
Christine and I share this gratitude:
September arrives
Finally cooler weather
At least for a while.
Finally cooler weather
At least for a while.
