Autumn (Haikus)

Jezabel under her apple tree among the leaves on her walk during her last Autumn

Green leaves turn to gold,
from crimson to russet brown,
until they gently fall.

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A Snowy Week

Snow 2013-01-18Friday 18th

Snow is falling all around.
There’s no birds, no cars, no sound.
No dogs are barking, no caterwauling.
Just lots of snow falling, falling.

BookendsDogs are sleeping on the couch.
Had their walk, their bone, their pouch.
They’ve been out sniffing, been a-peeping.
Now they’re softly sleeping, sleeping.

Trees are glistening with the snow.
Plants are gone, deep down, won’t grow.
The ground is freezing, birds are listening,
All is white and glistening, glistening.

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Letter to Santa

Hello Santa, I have been a very good girl this year
and so I would like to ask you for some Christmas cheer.
This year I have lost some of my very dear friends
so I hope that next year you can make amends.
I would like you to deliver good health.
I’m not bothered about other wealth,
or presents I can do without.
Let there be no sign of drought,
nor flood, nor pestilence.
Let us all keep warm
and out of harm.
Santa, does
that make
sense?

Winter woods

Acrylics Artwork by Joyanne

A watery winter sun warmed the westward woods
but no birdsong burst from the bare branched birches.
Hawthorn hedges were hidden in the haze,
yet a feathered fiend had fixed his gaze.
Stiff, silent trees were standing stark;
wide eyes were watching, waiting.
Suddenly from his nest,
gracefully gliding
over frosty fields,
came snowy owl
seeking his
supper
feast.
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Firework Night

Light show:
awesome, noisy,
flashing, sparkling, crackling, banging,
vibrant Autumn garden display:
Fireworks.

(Cinquain poem)
5 Lines – not rhyming
1st line – a noun, 2 syllables
2nd line – 2 adjectives describing the noun, 2 syllables each
3rd line – 3 “……ing” words describing noun, 2 syllables each
4th line – a 4 word phrase about the noun, 2 syllables each
5th line – another word for the noun, 2 syllables

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Grantchester, Oh Grantchester

With apologies to Rupert Brooke

Just now the lilacs aren’t in bloom
all before his little room,
and from his flower beds I think
have gone the carnation, and the pink,
and in his borders well I know
poppies and pansies no longer blow.

Grantchester, oh Grantchester!
There should be peace and quiet there.
Rupert Brooke would have a fit
if he went back to visit it.
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Birdwatching

A family of long-tailed tits have come to visit me,
they’ve been here all day in and out the Eucalyptus tree.
They’re eating all the old nuts and fat balls that I’ve put out
I’ve not seen them here before, so I guess without a doubt
they like what I’ve provided more than the usual seeds
that all the birds sort through and drop down to grow into weeds!

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