Haiku Into the Last Weeks of Autumn

This night

Too cold for leaves

To fall

Scalped trees

Whence

Did autumn come from

Long night

Lazy moon

Cricket busy still

Misty dawn

Foggy brain

Tea is ready

Quick moon

Freed from green fetters

Only the sky can hold him

November writes poems

Stretched cirrus lines

While sun’s laughing

Hurrying clouds

Lonely roof’s shade

Gecko crying out

Falling leaves

Each with your name

Mail delivered too late

Slow moon

Dead leaves in heeps

Last cricket hiding

Cold night

On Hanshan

But my burning soul

The German haiku section for today:

Wind zieht durch Bäume

Schneeflocken nicht fern

Krah – krah - krah

Frischer Holzduft

Von neuen Dachfirst

Leere Fenster noch

Die Kronen entlaubt

„Und aus den Wiesen steiget ...“

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