Circling

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From the ancient past or just an hour ago. 

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Circling      -       18 Nov 22

In memory I saw 

Strange wingèd things 

Circling 

Above me 

Vision fading now 

Replaced with 

Autumn leaves 

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Can I see that far back in time? 

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Fallen

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Autumn is touching the trees. 

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Fallen       -      19 Sep 21 

Never feeling the wind

Any more

The leaves have 

Already fallen 

Earth will soon

Claim them 

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Sycamore leaves are littering the paths.

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Autumn In The Distance

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An observation of what seems to be happening. 

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Autumn In The Distance      -      03 Jul 21 

Not so very far away

I can see the falling leaves 

Autumn

In the distance 

Speaks its name to me

Asks me 

Are you ready

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Global warming? Not here. 

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Enough

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An observation of the turning year. 

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Enough     -     02 Sep 20 

Autumn whispered 

In words of falling leaves

That Summer had given 

Enough this year 

Wanted to rest again 

The last bouquets 

Collected as reminders 

Winter waiting always 

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The bouquets never last. 

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Movement

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Observations on the world. 

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Movement     -     20 Jul 20 

Leaves flutter 

Green butterflies 

In the gentle breeze 

Oceans rise and fall 

In the dance orchestrated 

By the Moon 

Rhythmic movement 

Conducted by the 

Metronome of time 

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Watch it, hear it, you can always feel it. 

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Falling [Acrostic]

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I Love playing with words.

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Falling [Acrostic]    -   05 Sep 19

From the depths of crimson
Autumn flames
Lighting the day
Lending colour to the world
Investment in the beauty
No sound as the leaves drift
Ground welcomes them

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A slight Japanese feel to the offering today.

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Crisp Autumn

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An observation of events as I walk.

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Crisp Autumn    -   05 Oct 18

Cold air strokes my cheeks
From a northern wind
Beneath my feet
The sound of crisp autumn leaves
Talks to me
As I walk along the lane
Conversation about the year

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Have you listened to the talk?

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Under Autumn Skies

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Observations as the year turns and the days grow shorter.

Under Autumn Skies   -   07 Aug 18

Under autumn skies
I watch the falling leaves
Scrape the blue from the day
Replace it with gold
Streams are filled with sky
As the ground is gilded
With fragile arboreal gifts

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Autumn is multicoloured.

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Drips

This resulted from watching the rain and thoughts of something else entirely.





Drips  -  07 Aug 17

Leaves hold onto

The passing rain

Washing themselves

In the cascade

Drips wash my mind

And my Soul

What else?  I am not telling.

Autumn Senryū

A form of poem I have not offered for a long time.

Autumn Senryū

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Leaves washed from the trees

By heavy rain ~ once crisp now

Soft beneath my feet

II

Cloud scrapes the hillside

Harvesting the last flowers

For summer's spirit

III

Autumn holds us all

In a cool tender embrace

Warmth not far away

Quite satisfying I feel.

Dans le Vent

Another weather observation.





Dans le Vent  -  27 Oct 16

In a moment from the dance

Movements of the leaves

Dancing across the ground

Along the paths

Music

In the wind

Invites my Spirit

To dance along

The translation of the French title is “In The Wind”

Autumn Soliloquy

An observation of the time of year and time of day.





Autumn Soliloquy  -  14 Sep 16

Leaves dance

On stray winds

I talk ~ owls listen

Sometimes they answer

But usually

They keep their own council

And the leaves

Dance on

To the music

Of my words

Another night when through half-open window I hear the owls conversing.

Afternoons [Acrostic]

The title is really self-explanatory.





Afternoons [Acrostic]  -  20 Dec 15

All through the hours
Falling leaves imitating
Time sand in an
Empty hourglass
Raking the tiny flowers
Now giving the last perfume
Out into the world
On wings of dream
Now eyes closed
Sleeping in the afternoons





Those Lovely gentle sleeps which make afternoons complete.

Wind Stirring

Watching the movements every day at this time of year.





Wind Stirring  -  06 Oct 15

Calling the Spirit
Of autumn
To dance across
The roof
Sing through
Barely open windows
Stirring the rain-soaked leaves
Into new patterns





There are always new patterns to be seen.

Rain Tears

Another song of autumn.





Rain Tears  -  21 Sep 15

Sky cries
Mourn the passing
Of summer
Colours washed
From the leaves
Once green
Was brown
Now gone





Rather fitting because, as I build this post, it is raining quite heavily adding to the autumnal feel.

Autumn Music

Returning from shopping, passing the church and the roadway is littered with fallen leaves.





Autumn Music  -  19 Sep 15

Wind sighing
Through the branches
Getting bare
Beneath my feet
Leaves scrape and crunch
In time to my steps
Autumn songs
Start to play and the music
Fills my ears





Autumn has a special melody.

Open Wind

Lying in bed listening to the activities of the wind.





Open Wind  -  04 Sep 15

Breeze rattles the window
Against the latch
Open to allow
Circulation ~ breathing

Along the street
That wind gathers the leaves
Discarded
Brown
And each tells tales
Of autumns yet to come





And the tales the wind carries with it.

Winter With Spring Waiting

Seeing the leaves and remembering how things change as the year revolves.





Winter With Spring Waiting  -  17 Oct 14

Beneath the layer
Of sodden brown
Fractured leaves
Moist earth
Remembers the life
Holds it close
Soon
Very soon
Spring will claim
The land
And open the seeds
Again





Seasons turn.

September

This was actually written on the first of the month but what I felt in the air seemed to be setting the weather mood for the month.





September  -  01 Sep 14

September winds
Chill and wrapping around
The sun
Taking his warmth

Leaves beginning to fall
Never changing colour
To something special
Just crispy brown fragments

Tomorrow’s sun
Will not see the leaves
Wind will tidy them away
Ready for the next cascade





Hoping that I am wrong about this weather forecast.