In tribute to Petru’s lovely haiku.
Snow falls on meadows.
Crows pick at harvest seeds.
Spring now far away.
Fall’s crispness compels
apples to tumble from trees.
Worms make the journey.
I chase one red leaf
across dry and brittle grass.
Juice of summer gone.
Fallen leaves crackle.
Sparrows add the treble notes.
Season’s musical.
Cold moon shines down
Upon hollow dried grasses.
Earth prepares to sleep.
Frost at morning
Makes birds plump their feathers
Squirrels add chatter.
Jane Kohut- Bartels
Copyrighted, 2019
Tags: Haiku, Real Toads poetry.com, seasonal haiku
August 19, 2019 at 3:34 pm
Thanks Jane! My job is done. I inspired someone! I like all of them of course but the fourth one stole my heart. You should check out the site. Anyone can take part. No prizes – who cares. Just fun.
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August 19, 2019 at 3:41 pm
Oh! That’s wonderful, Petru! I promise I will. I need to get back to my tribe. LOL. Poets of any kind. Thank you, Petry…and you did inspire me.
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