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AutumnMaturityA bejewelled harvestThe regeneration of springPromised GoldenNature’s richesShaped by necessityGrowing ravaged by circumstanceYielding WaitingPatient purposeReshaped by compulsionEternal life made manifestDew-kissed
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Tagged autumn, cinquain sequence, evolution, seeds, spiritual growth, symbolism
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Sparks #midnighthaiku
Domestic fireworks Brightening the darkest days Summer’s spark lingers
Gifts #midnighthaiku
Beauty and fragrance Summer’s stolen treasures gift Delayed departure
Brief #midnighthaiku
Brief blaze of glory Autumn’s game of give and take Evens the balance
Mellow moods for Autumn (4) : by the river ~ Steve Tanham
Autumn is a beautiful time in the Lune Valley… The River Lune rises in the gentle hills of the Eden Valley, in Cumbria, the last western county before you cross the border into Scotland. It flows for 53 miles in … Continue reading
Golden…
My hair’s a mess and lacking life I’m feeling fat and frumpy. Although I gave up vanity A while ago… I’m grumpy. I ache in bits I will not name And every bone and tooth, I don’t mind growing older … Continue reading
Details #midnighthaiku
Crimson details Ablaze with summer’s passion Chasing chill mornings
Harvest #midnighthaiku
Nature’s wild bounty Birds harvesting the hedgerows Dawn chill hints at frost
Catching dreams ~ Andrea Stephenson
Reblogged from Harvesting Hecate and featuring a book by Pamela S. Wight of roughwighting: On the first wintry day of the season frost crisps the landscape. My breath billows in clouds of white. The sun is honey, oozing through the … Continue reading
Out of season
A buzzard perches on a rain-blacked branch devoid of leaves. I cannot help but notice the bird as I pass, both of us huddled against the chill, it is the very image of winter. Dark fingers reach for the sky … Continue reading