
Haiku A whipping wind blows Whistling through the naked trees Leaves lifted in air Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku A whipping wind blows Whistling through the naked trees Leaves lifted in air Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Leaves falling to ground The old giving way to new Wisdom of the earth Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Leaves fluttering down Making an autumn carpet Silent are footsteps Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Golden and red leaves Carpeting the cold, hard ground The color of warmth Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Golden and red leaves Gracefully falling to earth A carpet for Fall Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Leaves curling edges Colors of deep burnt sienna And glorious reds Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Acorns crunching under feet
Squirrels making a hasty retreat
Leaves of different colors fallen
This is now the season of Autumn
Humidity has finally left the air
The sun lies lower with less of a glare
A crispness now freshens the landscape
Summer has finally found her escape
Flower petals dying out on stems
Fall winds will perform the cleanse
Miles of fields recently mowed
Lined with hay rolls of colored gold
Illuminating the glorious landscape
Nature beginning to take shape
Sheaves of wheat standing propped
Not a sign of any left uncropped
A panoply of pumpkins hauled to a patch
Happy children hoping to catch
the biggest they can find
For a Jack-o-Lantern to be designed
Halloween approaching in a matter of weeks
Costume considerations and rosy cheeks
Trick or treats
Lots of sweets
Bottles of cider from apple orchards
Do clocks go back or forwards?
Thanksgiving turkey and sweet potato pie
Family visits and stomachs to satisfy
Obsequious children asking for cookies
Negotiating the odds like a bunch of bookies
Football games on television
When do we eat? Such indecision
Remembering what we are thankful for
Never forgetting those who went before
Dedications and gratitude
Private moments of solitude
A season of harvest and plenty to share
Someone is hungry in the world out there
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts:
In a moon punctured velvety sky
The stars shone like bright lights
Glinting through pinholes reminiscent of
A thousand and one Arabian nights
A backdrop dramatic in its splendor
Showcasing the beauty of nature’s jewels
She reclined on a blanket of leaves
Her eyes drawing him into her limpid pools
The young and petulant girl had matured
She was now beautiful and seductive
Contrarily he remained socially awkward
Heuristic in his approach and still selective
Her infinite beauty was breathtaking
He felt rooted in the earth
A feeling of inadequacy consumed him
As he suffered in his dearth
She enthralled him on the forest floor
Devouring his manhood as she wished
Helpless in his efforts to dissuade her
Laying still until completely ravished
They lay holding each other tight
As if the other might disappear
Clinging to the sweet memory of love
Staring up at the celestial sphere
She was everything he had dreamed of
Although his superstition had given him fear
She elegantly propped herself on one elbow
And said, “Did you bring any beer?”
Christine Bolton
Word of the Day Challenge: Petulant
Rag Tag Community: Superstition