Autumn.

Autumn

Plip

Plop plip

Rain drops drip

Around my ears

Autumn Annie me

Frost around my fingers

Moonlight shimmers on my toes

Sweet smelling Autumn rain glitters

Giving rusty golden leaves a shine.

My season, now, beautiful Autumn tide.

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An Autumn Cinqku.

This month Kat Myrman is writing a Cinqku a day. I read her first two on loved them so I am going to try one now.

“A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.

Leaves fall

Days grow short

Food is gathered

The nights grow longer

Ready for renewal

Harvest.

Autumn in the air.

Image © willowdot21

Autumn in the air.

There are blackberries in the hedgerow

And a chill is in the morning air

The red berries are starting to show

Seems Summer’s left without a care.

Conkers in their protective green spiky coats.

Laying expectantly on the ground

The days are getting shorter

And leaves are falling all around

Autumn is a coming I feel it on the air

Summer’s preparing to fold up her deck chair.

Image from Pixabay

Time passages.

Cold

And dark

November

Has now arrived

Nights rent assunder

Loud, bright pyrotechnics

Days short of light, nights coal black

North winds, morning frosts, leaves flying

We watch the old year slowly dieing

Time’s fast passage whips us on to winter.

Scary October 29

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is all about All Souls Eve.

Rose red snow white

These are the colours of all souls night

Bones being grounded spells being bounded

These are the sounds of all souls night.

Spiders weaving, cauldrons sieving

This is what happens on all souls night

Graves giving up their dead Vampire out to be fed

This is what happens on all souls night.

Witches out dancing, Zombies a prancing

These are the dances for all souls night.

People out screaming nightmares replace dreaming.

These are the symptoms of all souls night.

So beware of rose red lips and snow white skin.

That is where the trouble will begin.

Scary October 26

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poems are about an Autumn walk, one in the morning one at night.

Autumn Morning.

Cold, frosty morning

There is something in the air

I cannot see it but I know it’s there.

Dead leaves crunch under foot

There is no one else around

Something’s in the bushes making a strange sound.

Oh! It’s just a bird it gave me a fright.

Away it goes on its morning flight.

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Autumn Nights

Cold and damp and dark

Things are moving making the dogs bark.

There’s noises all around me

Something touches my neck something I can’t see.

Bodies in the graveyard are restless to be free.

I feel like the hounds of hell are nipping at my heels

Bad things are moving about

Scary is how it feels.

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The night picture is from Pixabay

Morning picture is mine.

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 106, “Ghost and Hollow,” #SynonymsOnly

This is my entry for Colleen Chesebro of The Fairy Whisper‘s blog Tuesday Tanka Challenge. I have written an Autumnal Cinquain and a Halloween Etheree.

Leaves fall

Softly, silent

Like phantoms in the mist

The del’s full of the spirit of

Autumn.

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Dense

The mist

Hallowed ground

Long dead spirits

Wake to move around

None have a beating heart

Nor a conscience to be found

All lost souls their bodies are void

Endless chill invades their empty souls

Their time is now Autmn and Halloween.

Scary October 4

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem another Etheree

She Devil

She

Alone

Lays waste worlds

Beauty is her’s

Yet only skin deep

Her soul a black void

She owns no humanity

Evil spawn of Satan is she

No, never show her any pity

There’s no hope she’s doomed for eternity

Scary October 3

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is a Nonet.

Autumn mists wraps round early mornings

Days grow short as the year slips by

Breezes make leaves want to fly

Bonfire smoke sends warnings

Halloween is near

Dark spirits bring fear

The scary

Seasons

Here.

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 101, “PLAN & FINISH,” SYNONYMSONLY

This is my entry for Colleen’s Weekly Tuesday Tanka.

This week’s prompts to use as Synonyms only are Plan and Finish.

Autumn.

Autumn has arrived

She has brought new ideas

Glad to be alive

I walk through shades of her

Summer’s end is bitter sweet.