Blessed II

It’s a quarter to six
and the sun’s sinking low
But it’s so lovely here
that I don’t want to go
So I’ll sit here a while
as the shadows grow long
to watch the sun set
to the ebbing tide’s song

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Tri-Haiku IV (Change)

And as winter comes
I am yellow with summer
Sunshine in my mind

But as summer fades
Yellow changes into blue
Winter takes a hold

And as my palette
paints here a changing picture
the canvas moves on

Autumn Lovely

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

Tri-Haiku III (Windy)

Blustering it blows
Yet autumn’s chill is present
Windy November

In between the grey
white clouds blown across the sky
Sunshine shows its face

Stormy yet still warm
Threatened rain in cloudy skies
Autumn windiness

Autumnal Sun

I went back to the beach
though the summer was done
But there was still a warmth
in the autumnal sun
The sea was the same
with the waves a deep blue
reflecting the sky
with its colour and hue

End of summer Robin

Saw a Robin Redbreast
by the bike sheds yesterday
Reminded me that winter
isn’t now that far away
Yet now there’s still a warmth
on the breeze so it’s not yet
time to dig the coats back out
and scarves and jumpers get

Abbreviated Haiku #3

welcome
October
morning

Abbreviated Haiku #2

pale-pink flowers in autumn—
who knew

Autumn

    Autumn

 

So many things

are vulnerable to cold—

the cucumber’s crisp

and my sweet basil’s toes,

October

No.2 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

October comes and days are shorter
Autumn’s settling in
Soon the clocks go back an hour
The light gets pale and thin

Autumn has returned!

 

personal photo

Colorful Autumn

Even in death life can be seen – Autumn.

arise and sing

Of leaves,
liven up their dance
a rustling disturbance.

Autumn-Takes away a piece of me

I stand here

barren,

naked,

those leaves on me

keeping up the

decked up pretenses

trying to satiate my

inconsolable heart

not to lose hope

and lose that spark

SPRING WILL RETURN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Denuded Flowers
Remain
A Stark Witness
Of A Summer Season
Past 

As Autumn
Slips Under
Winter’s Blanket
Of Snow

HAIKU: THE WIND WAGES WAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Siege Continues

MY SWEET AUTUMN

MY SWEET AUTUMN
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

HAIKU: SHIPWRECKS OF AUTUMN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sail leaves down streams

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Quarter moon illuminates
Cold, bare trees

Golden

It had the power with beauty
to make you stop and stare
and simply marvel at it
or take a picture there
Golden, proud and splendid
not a one passed by
Everybody slowing and
breathing a deep sigh

Hark!

Stark strangers loiter to scavenge thoughts once hid;
both now bustle briskly under this fair poplar

my muse, she blows keenly to rustle up these tired
parchments – not scratched e’er since autumn

Autumn’s Glory

It’s lovely in St James’ Park
around this time of year
As all the trees are turning
now the autumn time is here

Autumn Reflections (haiku -tanka)

 

orange squash
bubbling in a pot
silence deepens
then from the window
laughter! children playing ball

evening shadow
in the naked kaki* tree
a last leaf falls

gsk ’17

• kaki – persimmon

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One by one
They fall,

Mother Nature’s Gifting

With yellow sky, the sunset
was something to behold
A panoramic spectacle
tinged with flecks of gold

Apple

APPLE

I bit into the apple

A burst of spring rain

and an explosion of blossoms

filled my mouth

I tasted the footprints of honeybees

long summer days

and the brightness of the autumn sun.

photo courtesy Pixabay

as also seen on byalannapass.com

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

Virginia’s bid for glory

Virginia’s changed her colour
and gone on a crash diet
Her body has diminished
but she’s keeping far from quiet

From green to red her foliage
with vibrancy remains
Her bid for autumn’s glory
with five leaves red she claims