HAIKU: AUTUMN’S CONFETTI

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The colorful leaves

HAIKU: AUTUMN’S SHOW

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The leaves all rustle

HAIKU: SHIPWRECKS OF AUTUMN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sail leaves down streams

HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending

THE WIND WAGED WAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

the wind waged war

with it’s ally the rain

 

the battlefields

were littered with

the leaves of autumn

AUTUMN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

the change is so obvious, so dramatic
leaves changing color
bird’s flying south
the chill in the air 

Autumn’s glory II

There’s a golden yellow blanket
covering the grass
as leaves fall from forsythia
now autumn comes to pass

November sees a bluster
and they fall down to the ground
the foliage from the summer
now for a winter found

Mist Ethereal

The mist above the river
was ethereal today
most evident on the bypass
as back home we made our way
The golden of the sunshine
like a yellow echo there
as we drove into the spectral
which consumed most everywhere

Golden II

In the churchyard there’s a tree
which is golden at this time
particularly lovely when
on days like this it’s fine
I’m thinking it is magical
with a secret proud to share
showing off its wonder here
to all who stop and stare

My southern hills

Last time I came along this way
it was chalk upon my feet
Clouds of dust cooked by the sun
in lovely summer heat

But what a change here now to see
now autumn rains have come
the dried out dip now water-filled
reflecting autumn sun

November reflections

Clouds in the field
and up in the sky
caught my eye there
as I wandered by
Some in the green
and others in blue
reflecting each other
the fall to eschew

A lucky chap I am

Up on the six mile circuit
these hills retain their charm
bathed in an autumn sunshine
they bring a certain calm
And wandering by these hedgerows
with berries bright and red
this is the perfect place to be
o’er anywhere else instead
So I put best foot forward
and walked because I can
so conscious of the simple fact
a lucky chap I am

HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending

Masterpiece (revisited)

10 of 10 in ‘The autumn’ series from Jemverse

I stepped inside a masterpiece
with reds and oranges and
yellows liberally added
by Nature’s abstract hand

I didn’t know which way to turn
for there was wonder everywhere
so I simply turned in circles
to absorb the glory there

Revisiting the turning

9 of 10 in ‘The autumn’ series from Jemverse

Turning now
the green will fade
to liquid gold
of Autumn shade
Past equinox
less sunlight hours
But warm enough
for many flowers

The Falling (revisited)

8 of 10 in ‘The Autumn’ series from Jemverse

Intangible, there’s something
different in the air
Not too sure about that though
as it’s not, as yet, quite there
Some say it is the Autumn
knocking at the door
Yet today I felt the summer
coming back for more

Revisiting Red

7 of 10 in ‘The Autumn’ series from Jemverse

The creeper and the honeysuckle
Both are turning red
Just one more show of colour
Before off to winter bed

Red glow after sunset
Still heralds warming rays
But the sun is now more distant
So we’re set for cooler days

Waiting (revisited)

6 of 10 in ‘The Autumn’ series from Jemverse

Flowers here, pinks and reds
Yellows, blues and greens
Along with trees all turning now
Autumn’s here it seems
It rains a little more these days
The grass is greener now
Recovering from the days of heat
And the sun that burned our brow
Shorter now and cooler
The days are drawing in
A time for quiet reflection
Before the winter can begin

Fading Green (revisited)

5 of 10 in ‘The Autumn’ series from Jemverse

Although the leaves are on the turn
And some are falling from the trees
It is summer I am feeling still
With its warmth upon my knees

The cooler days and evenings
That autumn soon will bring
Isn’t lost on me today and yet
It is to summer that I cling

Autumn’s Call revisited

4 of 10 in ‘The Autumn’ series from Jemverse

Pale white shrouding golden glow
Hovering over water, slow

Morning waking, slumber stays
Green peers slowly from the haze

Whimsy holds, removed I see
A world at distance, wistfully

Revisiting Autumn the Wise

3 of 10 in ‘The Autumn’ series from Jemverse

In the woods I saw a curtain
hanging from a tree
Really quite significant
It said a lot to me
It spoke of changing seasons
standing side by side
when youth makes ways for wisdom
and Summer turns to hide

Revisiting Autumn Lovely

2 of 10 in ‘The Autumn’ series from Jemverse

Raining now and cooler
Autumn’s finally gotten hold
But there’s still a little warmth out there
and it’s not yet all that cold

Some days when the sun comes out
the summer I still see
Although the falling leaves from
every shrub and bush and tree
tell me that it won’t be long
’til winter’s brittle time
When everyone will dress up warm
even when it’s fine

Autumn revisited

1 of 10 in ‘The Autumn’ series from Jemverse

As autumn takes hold
Summer fades to memory
with a tinge of sadness there

Yet with the autumn
the golden treasure returns
And we are richer for that

MY SWEET AUTUMN – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Lover,
Of The Seasons
And For Each Of Them
I Have My Own,
And Secret Reasons
For Letting Them,
Make Love To Me 

They All Touch Me
In The Deepest Way

Tri-tanka VI (Autumn)

Heralding a new series
next week to grace these pages
a little taster
Something of the joy to come
to picture Autumn’s treasure

In a painting

This evening we were in a painting
with colours and contrast and hue
beneath a cloudscape of wonder
providing a wonderful view
It was just like a Constable landscape
above and around us out here
exquisite the joy that it brought us
for a message abundantly clear

A nod to summer

And though the darkness now appears
earlier each day
it’s good to see the summer lights
still twinkle here I’d say
For even though it’s cooler now
they speak of pleasure past
and keeps the memory intact
ensuring it will last

To the woods

To the woods in the rain
To sit by the fire
And warm up my hands in the dry
The sound of the drops
As it hammered down lots
And the summer hurried on by