Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Autumn Mist – Haiku



Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
Emily Dickinson


Shuffling cards
But no play anymore
Dad’s evening

Crescent moon
Blinking through the old oak
Still foliage

Four bullets sending
Notorious B.I.G.
To the setting sun

An opalescence
On the morning windscreen
Pigeon guano

Autumn leaves
Falling into the pond
Each a golden koi

Dilly-dally morning
Then the dawdling traffic
Fairy lights ahead

Grey sky
Dead leaves and snow
Tumbling together

Clouds again
After the draconids
Headlights then

Aging year
Silence in the shadows
A creak of the knee

Trump in office
The great pumpkin will rise
Easy peasy

Crescent moon
Blinking through the old oak
Still foliage

Yellow moon light
Broken in dew drops
Hurrying on

Cold October field
Poking in the embers
For potatoes

Snow white clouds
Multi-coloured sunset
And a sparkling night

Peeking sun
Playing on the foliage
While it lasts

No frog
In the depth of the pond
But the moon




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