Wednesday 14 October 2009

My haiku for the show today

Konnichiwa Dear Patrons
The theme today is autumn
so please allow me to share my passion for poems.
by reciting a few chosen autumn haiku..
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Depth of autumn
a few leaves on the tree
dancing
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Autumn leaves
the girls talk about
Christmas
*
Autumn
from the gnarled trees
fluttering birds
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Lone leaf
where has everyone
gone?
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Bursting in bright hues
Splashing colours all about
autumn leaves must fall.
*
Chill wind
autumn breathes
its last
*
Reading outdoors
between pages
a dry leaf
*
Gust of wind
tired leaf
lets go
*
Ruined church
leaves fall
among the weeds
*
Autumn mist
slipping and sliding
towards winter
*
Weekend afternoon
red leaves skip down the street
behind the kids
*
Today the horizons
retreat into vague grey
bare branches
*
Thanksgiving grace--
peeking to spy a young niece
peeking back
*
Brittle leaf
rain soaked
in pieces
*
Fallen leaves
fill the hammock--
autumn repose
*
Night on the old pond
a frog sits
on the moon
*
Oh scarlet autumn!
that profound punctuation
to shamrock summer
*
Crows pluck crimson leaves
from birdbath to splash amid
blue sky reflections
*
Kaleidoscopic leaves
swirl and camouflage winter's
relentless approach
*
Indian Summer
burnishes bright leaf colours
into pastel hues
*
Fun fills the night air ...
homecoming, football, bands, but ...
no date for the dance
*
Jack-o-lantern glow
and stench cloak trick-or-treaters
on Halloween night
*
Umber oak leaves cling
stubbornly to their boughs
rasping until spring
*
Tears for NYC
and our Pentagon doth fill
an ocean of angst
*
Autumn: my yearly
clash with conflicting feelings
of joy and despair
*
Yellow autumn moon ...
unimpressed the scarecrow stands
simply looking bored
*
At our last parting
bending between boat and shore ...
that weeping willow
*
September sunshine ...
the hovering dragonfly's
shimmering shadow
*
See ... the heavy leaf
on the silent windless day ...
falls of its own will
*
So enviable ...
maple-leaves most glorious
contemplating death
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Shocking ... the red of
lacquered fingernails against
white chrysanthemum
*
Do your worst, old frost
you can no longer wound me ...
last chrysanthemum!
*
Dry cheerful cricket
chirping, keeps the autumn gay ...
contemptuous of frost
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Dancing in my silks
money tossed itself away ...
pretty, this paper dress!
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Now in late autumn
look, on my old rubbish-heap ...
blue morning glory
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Lonely umbrella
passing the House at twilight...
first snow falling soft
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Thank you for your kind attention…

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