Greens become orange and red
Seasons now shifting
Inspired by this week’s prompt from Haiku Horizons.
Greens become orange and red
Seasons now shifting
Inspired by this week’s prompt from Haiku Horizons.
Today is the first day we have had that really feels fall-like in my neck of the woods; it’s cool, grey, and rainy. Soon the leaves will all be gone, bursts of color replaced by empty, dormant branches.
Trees painted mountains ablaze
Winter rain moves through
Winds cut foliage away
Grey landscape – winter draws near
Inspired by the weather and linked to the OctPoWriMo daily prompt.
We are halfway through the month now and I am, surprisingly, keeping up with little trouble. I can’t say that all of my posts were great, necessarily, but I’m writing regularly at least! Inspired by OctPoWriMo day 16 prompt blue.
Crisp, fresh smells the air,
Giving hint of the season new.
Look yonder, over there,
Against the sky of blue,
Foliage change shows fall flair.
It’s been a while since I’ve participated in Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge but I’m kind of on a roll – and laid up with my back again – so I wanted to get in this week.
I’m trying to stay ahead of the game, scheduling my posts a day in advance, in case I have trouble getting the time to make a post.
The prompt word for day three of OctPoWriMo is sparkling. I decided to write a haiku for this one using the kigo autumnal sky.
bright sparkling autumnal skystars illuminate
the old sailor’s journey home
After a rather fun exchange the past few days with Colleen in our comments section, this morning I awoke to the weekly prompt from Haiku Horizons ground. The only thing I could think about was the eminent change from fall to winter, and Colleen’s Winter Art post, thus my haiku for this week:
autumnal colors
cover ground like a blanket
soon fluffy white snow
I should be well into dreamland by now; I’m exhausted. But I have these nasty things I not-so-affectionately call the night terrors: neuropathic pains left over as a result of the nerve damage I suffered years ago from CES. (If you look at my Maybe I Should’ve Started Here page you can learn more about all that.) As my nickname for them implies, they almost always strike at night, and come at completely random times. Often when they come I’m in such misery I can do nothing but writhe in pain. Occasionally they are mild enough to prevent me from sleeping but allow me to concentrate enough to read or, less often, write; usually what I can write while they torture me isn’t worth reading. But every now again I compose a piece that’s pretty good; this is one of those nights.
Inspired by the prompt from Haiku Horizons this week, I thought about the not-so-subtle changing of the seasons this year which painted my mind with these images and then my screen in the words.
under blanket of
yellow orange and red leaves
lies end of summer
blooms fading away
after a long hot summer
fall is most welcome
Inspired by this week’s prompt from Haiku Horizons.
before fall arrives
the bright flowers will all fade
as the seasons change
Inspired by the weekly prompt from Haiku Horizons.
I took a pretty hard tumble yesterday and am feeling the effects of it today still, as I expected. In an oddly weird kind of way, I happened upon another haiku prompt that fit the situation to the proverbial “T”. And thus was born this little piece:
I had a hard fall
Banged and bruised all up from it
This day was a beast