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octoburr moonrise

08 Oct 2025 17 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: autumn, fall, geese, harvest, leaves, moon

music of mysterious season
every extra-ordinary evening
when fall’s awe-calling and
autumn’s beat thrum-drums.

dry cornstalks quiver in crisp
whispers of sweater weather as
honky geese migrate late, and
de-fruited trees leave with a sigh.

orange pumpkin planets shimmer
eerily in phantom-tastical gleams
of the ghostly harvest moon-beams
that pierce clouds’ flimsy shroud.

Join dVerse Poets where Dora invites us to “trip the October light fantastic.”

decadence

04 Nov 2024 2 Comments

by lynn__ in haiku Tags: autumn, fire, leaves, maple, rain

rain soaks cold branches

red maple stripped bare of leaves

autumn’s fire quenched

falling for fall

21 Sep 2024 7 Comments

by lynn__ in villonnet Tags: autumn, bees, butterflies, cats, corn, cows, fall, leaves, pumpkins, wind

A Villonnet is a hybrid of the Villanelle and the Sonnet. It has the Iambic Pentameter of both, but holds the four-stanza/line structure of the sonnet, while utilizing the two-line rhyme nature of the villanelle. The final stanza replaces the sonnet couplet with a typical villanelle tercet. Linking this villonnet to Grace’s prompt at dVerse Poets pub. I was NOT going to write about fall, but here it is…

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i sit on deck to soak in warm sunshine
this end of summer’s glow suits my skin fine
fat cats watch scene from shade and lounge around
piped wind chimes’ gentle song is only sound

forgotten apple falls from top of tree
while butterflies migrate, bees cap honey
red leaves whirl past as if in joyful dance
a celebration of autumn’s last chance

ripe orange pumpkins lie hidden in field
as drying crops will soon their harvest yield
pheasants and deer will feast upon the corn
bred cows will glean before blizzards are born

today, september stays my favorite month
until the wind turns cold out of the north
then i will dream with birds of drifting south

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NOTE: Line 1 is to be repeated as lines 8 and 13, and line 4 is repeated as lines 12 and 15. I neglected to repeat any lines, not a true villonnet…may have to rework sometime!

weathering predictions

19 Sep 2023 24 Comments

by lynn__ in fold Tags: autumn, cattle, corn, fall, fires, geese, leaves, school

autumn’s season when leaves must fall
in colors of dying sunset across sky
where canada geese high above us call
their long goodbyes to summer’s home;
they must move on as leaves must fall.
farmers bring in dry harvest of ripe corn
and deliver fattened cattle to butcher’s stall
to supply grocer’s shelves to feed all our
children hungry for winter’s first snowfall;
in hopes of missed school days while haze
of smoky fires burn dead leaves that must fall.

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This is a “fold” poem invented by Gillena Cox and featured at dVerse poets’ pub.

The Fold [Gillena’s guidelines]
1. 11 lines
2. The end phrase of Line 1 repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3. The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line
4. There MUST be a reference to nature and how it affects you, the poet

iris in vincent’s eye

19 Feb 2020 14 Comments

by lynn__ in ekphrastic Tags: bulb, garden, irises, leaves, spring, van gogh

i begin as
dry ivory bulb
asleep in deep dark
until warmth stirs from
far away as sunshine
whispers, “come to me”

i stretch
uncurling in
moist brick soil
insects tickling my
pale skin as it peels off
with sigh, “love, arise!”

i reach up
to throw off the
heaviness of garden
bed’s blanket and am
blinded by yellow light
crying, “it’s spring!”

i grow long
sabered leaves
of vibrant green to
drink in cool rain and
shelter tender buds with
promise, “we’ll dance!

i bloom in
profuse blue hues
from cerulean to indigo
unfurling petaled banners
to reveal frilly stamens and
sing, “behold life’s beauty!”

i fade as
sun sets in gold;
plucked from roots
glory slowly wanes as
flowered energy wilts with
a moan, “remember me.”

irises by van gogh

still life spice

27 Oct 2019 4 Comments

by lynn__ in classical haiku Tags: apple, cinnamon, leaves, rain, spice

fall smell of wet leaves

~ cinnamon apple slices ~

refreshed after rain

still+life

Link to Carpe Diem‘s weekend challenge to write to still life image above.

do you know?

22 Oct 2019 31 Comments

by lynn__ in quote, Uncategorized, worship Tags: apples, autumn, cornstalks, leaves, pumpkins, squirrel, tumbleweeds, wind

do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?

when north wind breathes fresh worship
over cornfield of heavy stalks bowed down
as ripe apples bless orchard with abundance
and tumbleweeds dance across rural road?

when crispy leaves gather in harvest pile
over rich soil fully yielded to waning sun
as pumpkins swell with orange-ribbed grace
and squirrel chatters praise for scattered nuts?

do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?

The beginning (and ending) question is from Pablo Neruda’s El Libro de las Preguntas.