Rules:

1. Let's use the three-line standard, with 5 syllables, 7 syllables, and 5 syllables.

2. Don't write the word "fall" or "autumn" as a season (leaves could fall, though).

3. Let's add this: If you want, make your poem three complete haikus -- each with a complete thought that all together address the fall season.

Crisp and dry, leaves cling

To weary, wrinkled branches

Then wave their good-byes. 

silk organza draped

on prophetic crystal balls 

waltzing with the wind

leaves become lovely

on their magic carpet ride

right before they land

such secrets they know

kept in veiny diaries

vibrant unto death
 

Must prepare the house
Gather foodstuffs - chink the walls
Ice around the moon

Torn between the signs
On the one hand wisdom says
Cold is on the way

Yellow sun, not gold
Still whispers seductively
Cold will never come

 Marney, Aunt Bobby -- What an incredible contest -- and conquest -- of the written language.  You both are powerful word-players, breathing life where there was nothing.  Praise God for you both -- and watch for these works in The Artella Daily Muse!

 

Sky light turns warm orange

Cascades through open windows

Welcomes sleepy eyes
 

Wrinkles crack faces.

Weathered veins dissect dry leaves.

Time marches forward.

Bill

Eight Haiku for Autumn's Days

Rooted shaggy birch
Stretching, grasping at the sky
I stand here grounded.

***  

At the forest’s edge
An acorn has taken fruit
Four leaves, an oak tree.

*** 

Barbara, from one nature lover to another, I LOVE your poem. I am so there as I read it! By the way, I'm from Illinois and lived near Madison from 2005-2007. I really miss the Midwest.

Thank you for your gift!

 Heather

here's my first try... 

the hay is all in

cows will have plenty to eat

when grass is frozen

the growing is done

only the harvest is left

will there be enough?

the corn is all in

corn cribs are ready to burst

the cows clean the fields

the days get shorter

blankets are added to beds

life is slowing down.

families gather

Macy's parade and football

say grace and dig in.

white meat or dark meat?

eat your green vegetables.

pumpkin or pecan?

we're on our way home

it was a wonderful meal

hugs, kisses and thanks.

finally, a couple of singletons:

November is here.

what happened to summer?

jingle bells come soon.

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burning piles of leaves

out in the gravel driveway

leaf veins are embers.