13 Ways of Looking at Autumn Leaves

For Frank’s prompt at dVerse – imitating poetry. I don’t care for rhymes and rhythms so I am doing poetry ala Wallace Stevens

13 Ways of Looking at Autumn Leaves
“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

autumn leaves float
on the surface of the pond
dreaming of summer
wind blows through the trees
rustling the leaves.
they become
an ocean of sound
an owl sails through
the night sky –
the autumn leaves sleep
leaves sunk to the bottom
of the pond
are the color of the eyes of deer
crows in the trees
cackle and crow –
the leaves fall in silence
blown by the wind
the lacy foliage of a cedar
captures an autumn leaf
cold wind causes the leaves
to shiver and shake –
bitterness under a full moon
leaves fall –
the branches are almost bare.soon, soon.
picking up an autumn leaf
all the colors in one.
under the fallen leaves
hickory nuts hide from the squirrels.
leaves like fallen banners
stick to the asphalt.
crows hop from bare branch
to bare branch – they enjoy the sun.
the last leaf clings to the branch.
snow begins to fall –
the last leaf finally lets go.

Burnished Leaves

For Marian’s prompt at Real Toads: one word – burnished

Burnished Leaves

“The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul…” ― Stephen King

The trees are waiting.
it was a dry spring and summer
and the leaves fading and falling.
etiolated in appearance
the leaves wait –
dull green leaves on the tree
are starting to be tinged
with slightest yellow,
palest red –
fading and falling,
a grey tabby sits at the bottom of the tree
watching the leaves fall
with her mad eyes,
reaching to catch them as they drift.
but the trees are waiting,
waiting for Jack Frost to come
and burnish their leaves into
brilliant gold and copper,
carnelian and jasper –
pulling out his cloth of wedding lace frost
and burnishing them until they shine.

jasper semi-precious stone

Autumn Leaves

An American Sentence for Frank’s prompt, polyptoton as a poetic device. Polyptoton words are same words with different meanings.

Autumn Leaves
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.” – – John Burrows

Frost alters the leaves leaving them in a chow-chow by the lonely road.

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Real Toads: Shadorma

Today the prompt is a simple poetic form called the Shadorma. And while the syllables may be set for each line, the shadorma is not a glorified or extended haiku as there seems to be no rules for it – any subject as long as the syllable count is 3-5-3-3-7-5, making a sestet. A haiku must contain a kigo and a kireji otherwise, it is not a haiku. Haiku are ancient, Japanese, and also not titled nor is there any punctuation except for the short dash to show a slight aspiration when reading. http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/10/fussy-little-forms-shadorma.html And I still haven’t figured out why Someone is so frightened of haiku. Perhaps because there are so many bad examples of them on the internet.

autumn rain
strips the leaves from trees
lying on
the ground – they
stick to each other and to
my neighbor’s black cat

my husband
tracks them in on the
bottom of
his wet shoes.
He ruefully smiles and sweeps
them back out of doors

Poets United: Memories

This is posted for the Mid-Week prompt at Poets United – Memories. I am posting three haiku for this. The third was writing in loving memory of my friend Peggie who died two years ago.  They are written in the Japanese spirit of mono no aware (sadness at the passing of things) and aware cho (the deep sigh at the end of something)  Link at Poets United:  http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2017/09/poets-united-midweek-motif-memories.html I am also linking this up to my favorite poetry site, dVerse.

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memories falling
as autumn leaves – dying in
flames blown by the wind

sleepy woodland pool –
leaves drift on surface dreaming
of past summer sun

summer night is long –
dew falls but fades at morning –
grasses remember



Quadrille – Leaves

De is our prompter this Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. It is the Quadrille feature for this Monday. A quadrille is a 44 word poem, not including the title and must include the word of the prompter. She is prompting us to use the word “leaves” as in leaves that fall from tree, leaves as in he, she, it leaves; leaves of grass, book leaves. Even leaving or leave. Come join us and see what shakes loose from the tree! https://dversepoets.wordpress.com/2016/08/29/quadrille-15/

Leaves are leaving
Summer is leaving,
Leaves drop delicately
Leaves know when it is time
better than we.
There are a few early to the party
but leaves know when to leave.
It is time for autumn –
We say.
Leaves know when it is time to

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Open Link Night: 浮動葉 Fudō ha – Floating Leaves

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public domain free image

Today at d’verse, we have Open Link Night – anyone is welcome to link to their poem on any subject or in any form. I have gone through old notebooks and am reviving my interest in the Japanese poetic form: dodoitsuan unrhyming poetic form of 26 sound units – 5-7-7-7. Please come join us! Leave a link to your poem or read the links from talented and varied poets.

浮動葉  Fudō ha
sleepy woodland pool –
leaves drift on water dreaming
of summer sun – snow will fall
and they will sleep without dreams.

Autumn Deepens: aki fukashi 秋深し (あきふかし

night and moon: autumn
deepens – frost glitters on leaves
and fades in the sun

Red Blade: haiku

red blade of autumn
leaves cuts through green summer leaves.
It is time, it says.

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Down our quiet lane
a chowchow of leaves create
a lane-way for deer.

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