buffalo grazes
on stalk stubble
after harvest.
Slim Pickings [Haiku]
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Tag Archives: Fall
“October” by Robert Frost [w/ Audio]
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes' sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost --
For the grapes' sake along the wall.
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Land at Rest [Haiku]
the land rests
after the harvest;
birds feed on remnants.
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Silent Autumn [Haiku]
Schrödinger’s Dragonfly [Haiku]
Grassy Bank [Haiku]
Autumn morn sunlight
brightens the grassy bank,
& throws long shadows.
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Brisk Morn [Haiku]
brisk morn dragonfly:
too cold to move, or dead?
unmoved by footfall.
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DAILY PHOTO: Autumnal Forest Scenes
“The Human Seasons” by John Keats [w/ Audio]
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honied cud of youthful thought
he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness -- to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
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Gray Baby [Kyōka]
an autumn sapling,
red leaves on a stiff twig,
shakes in the breeze;
i can't help but think of it
as a gray-haired baby.
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