poetry diary

Autumn lights the leaves;
trees flaming red-gold, smoke-soft,
until the first frost.

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is lights, and I saw a tree half-turned to red beside the road this morning.

Abandoned shack
above the beach, with footprints
ending in the sea.

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For haiku heights September challenge. The prompt is a rather bleak ‘starve’.

A vibrant hillside;
people pass, preoccupied,
as cows dream of grass.

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For haiku heights September challenge.

Flattened patch of grass
beside the river, and a
startled stork rising.

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For haiku heights September challenge. The prompt is grass.

Finding an acorn
on the pavement, I moved it
onto the damp earth.

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For haiku heights September challenge. The prompt is ‘creation’. This is almost a real incident from my walk to work this morning – except it was a conker, which I wasn’t sure would mean much to anyone apart from ex-English schoolboys!

This evening’s sunset;
revealing autumn
in every cloud.

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For haiku heights September challenge. The prompt is ‘revelation’

Liberated scents
of cut grass and May blossom,
disperse winter clouds.

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For haiku heights September challenge. The prompt is ‘rain’. Also posted on dVerse.