#Haikai Challenge #159/#160 (10/10/20): Fall Foliage/Goose (Kari) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

This week, Frank Tassone asks us to , write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that states or alludes to either Fall foliage or goose (kari)–or both, if you feel so inclined!

I chose a Tanka.

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

My ears hear Autumn
Mournful honk of a lone goose
Crisp crushing of leaves
I feel the woosh of feathers
Cold rustling in the north wind

This is part of Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge.

#Haikai Challenge #156 (9/13/20): new coolness (shinryoo) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

photo by Anne Maureen

This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to new coolness (shinryoo).

After the days heat

Breeze refreshes tired souls

The smell of Autumn

Temperatures are dropping

Happy relief for us all

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This is part of Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge.

Autumn Walk Acrostic Etheree.

Hello here is an Ascrostic Etheree about Autumn leaves.

An
Untouched
Trail of leaves
Unsullied, fresh
Mask slippery mud
Newly formed after rain
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We trudge along happily
Autumn colours brightening our
Lives as Ruby and I walk along
Kicking up red and gold leaves as we go.

K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.3/11/19.

Today’s edition of K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge is brought to you by K’lee and his prompt; Autumn leaves/autumn light.

I love Autumn.

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This is my entry for the Cosmic Photo Challenge. # CosPhoChal

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.