Tag Archives: #Autumn

I was walking along, when …

I was walking along,

when a leaf, from off of.a tree,

landed upon my head,

damaging me –

I was concussed?

Nobody fussed

over my supine body,

but, other leaves soon joined in,

tapping a cacophonous threnody

upon my broken pate;

at this rate, I’ll be

the mound of the fallen zero –

more a landmark,

less a hero.

The Day After Autumn Arrives

“Leaves! Leaves! Leaves!

No one believes

the amount of leaves

that will fledge from the trees;

and fall upon my garden.”

.

“Pardon?”

.

“Oh, nothing – it’s just work for me to do.”

.

“Would you rather they did levitate?”

.

“No … probably not.”

.

“Good. Now just get on with your task –

it’s all I ask.”

.

“Thanks, G! Perhaps you could lend a hand?”

.

“Okay.”

.

.

And the winds did blow

And the leaves did fall

And so I chased after them –

And G looked down

smiled

and had a ball.

Awesome Autumn

Autumn is …

awesome,

that’s all I can say,

as I just used the similarities

of the words

to fuel my word play.

In Autumn / The Fall

In Autumn,

a leaf fell;

in the Fall,

it also fell;

be it one or the other,

the result was the same:

the first to fall,

I have found,

presages a general

leaf fest upon the ground.

Nadelik Lowen Haiku

“Nadelik Lowen!”

I called to all the people.

“Kynnyav yw!” they cried.

“I am the last leaf on the tree.”

“I am the last leaf on the tree”

The last leaf on the tree,

that’s me;

the others left home,

forgot about me;

never write, never call –

once the tree was family,

once the tree was all.

I am the

last

leaf on the tree.

To Autumn (In Cornwall) – in the style of John Keats.

After ‘To Autumn’ byJohn Keats

To Autumn (in Cornwall)

Season of mist and rain,

and rain again;

then some more,

and a few drops

like dew drops

that splatter upon the floor.

We wish

that the rain

in Cornwall

would fall

all the more

upon the moor –

as if.

Leaves Fall

Leaves Fall

Leaves fall

“Come one, come all!

See what I have found!

A resting ground

where we can lay

and fade away.”

Autumnal Leaves

Autumnal Leaves

Autumnal leaves

fall from the trees

leaving them barer than before;

the leaf-bearer shedding its load,

and I behold their falling.

To Autumn by John Keats

To Autumn – John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

      For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,

   Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

   Steady thy laden head across a brook;

   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?

   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

   Among the river sallows, borne aloft

      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.