prep for winter
auto emission repair
a mere two twenty five dollars

rain drums on the roof
of a tin bus shelter
John loves Peter

Autumn dark
stiff by night frost
inflorescence

vapor trails criss-cross the sky --
celestial navigotors
and here am I stuck on earth

clouds fall from
unbroken sheets of grey
next-door's dog on our lawn

joyful distraction
frogsong slips thru' the sound
of splashing water

persistent rain
the scent of yesterday's bread
lost in damp leaves

autumn storm -
rush of clouds beetween
streetlights and moon

***

tempête d'automne -
entre lune et réverbères
la course des nuages

dead leaves
at the front door
a gift of the wind

choppy waters under grey skies
anger surges over the dinner table --

Thanksgiving Day

car windows steamed up
a plastic bottle pops
under the tyre

growing chill
Gnome works in his garden
and whistles

bright sunshine
mitigates the wind chill
old chestnuts creak

this old man
misses the rustling leaves
leaf blower

thanksgiving eve-
humming as I leave the plant
for all night cook off


Have a great Thanksgiving everyone :)

windchimes
over the graves of children
cold breezes


edited - thanks David

holiday menu
how much goodness do I want
on the table

old leather leaf
by poet

leaves pile up
by the back door
leather-hued, worn and scuffed --

cold, stark, bare
we wait for winter

evening drive
tapping my fingers
to wipers' beat

leaves fly past
dancing in the strong wind
the dog watches them

flying ants
a search for light
ends by the stove

swift rainclouds
a rusty black cab
with one headlight

stars splinter
under night's indigo dome --
the season of memories about to begin

bare branches let the light shine weakly

gray skies fill me with glee
the smell, the feel, the sight
of fall is mine to keep

lobelias flash blue
as the wind whips fallen leaves
school children shiver

All night the the wind and rain
clawed at the scored slopes of the mountain

Photo Climbing Snowdon by Kris Thirty6Red

Sunday market
a fountain of colour
mahonia flowers

hooked on
his intoxicating charm-
crescent moon

poor fellow,
crucified...the wind moans
in a withered field

dust unsettles --
the storm creaks
my knuckles

autumn, come and gone
rich russet leaves turn brown

Autumn gust
still leaves
scatter again

the dog won't come in
out of the misting rain
pink cyclamen flowers

your eyes see
only far horizon
November and love ends

end of week -
the neighbours' cherry tree
turns yellow


***

fin de semaine -
le cerisier des voisins
vire au jaune

Mandy Smith, has passed away quietly,  two days ago, this news was left on Mandy's Meanderings by her son David.

early commute
leafless tree swaying
in the moonlight

raindrops roll down
the golden leaf
first day in hospice

Mainichi (Japan) Daily News
Nov.2, 2002, (No. 641)

Also in my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves

gray skies, fill my soul with glee
the smelling of burning leaves
the crisp air fills my heart
sounds of moving on
the mere sight of Autumns gold
is all but mine to keep

cherry red leaves
fall at my feet
tomorrow is leaf day

long harsh winter nears
the earths beauty blinded in white

sweet elderberry hurry hurry
time to sleep and dream
coming winter's snow is deep
dream of warm days in the meadow

silk flowers
cartwheel along grassy paths
wind-swept cemetery

through leafless trees

through leafless trees
the lights of the pub
on the moor

gerald england

...

market run
rainbow of mums fill the aisles
with gold aster acceents

Winter Berry

winter berry bright
star in the night
red in the snow

gusty wind
the acorns pop
under my feet

impromptu kite
motorcycle cover blows off
in the high wind

leaves fall
onto the pool
pianissimo

on the path
the leaves have fallen
ahead of me

stair-rods of rain
the windowsill fanned
by an irritated cat





edited with Alan's help - thank you

autumn storm
the fifth symphony
on FM

the splendor of fall
through my window I can see
rich red maple trees

morning commute
enjoying the stars
peek through wispy clouds

.
autumn is over for me
I'm asked to be Santa Claus
cos someone's sick
.

november morning
in the sun's amber glow
the illusion of sunset

battalion of geese
taking wing --

tiny skidmarks on the sky

rainy day –

a different sort

of backache

windy day –

his mother follows

holding her hat

motorbike covers
billow like Superman capes
The sun dodges clouds

warm autumn weekend
yellow and gold leaves
flooding the run off

last leaf
re-learning the art
of letting go

lashing rain
in the morning darkness
the hiss of tyres


edited 4:30 pm. Thanks Alan

muddied leaves
slick beneath my feet
just as in love --
I must tread gingerly

(revised -- thanks, Alan!)

smell of damp invades
garden sodden and withered --

birdsong brightly crisp

police sirens
nightshade berries blood-red
on leafless stems




edited 3:30pm - Thanks Alan.

hurricane passes...
a crow wades through
the grass


It's awfully late in the year for a hurricane!

strolling out
with their new baby -
fluffy clouds drifting

pansies and hot chestnuts
among the market stalls
herbal cough sweets

Friday the 13th
I shoo a black cat
from my driveway

new leaves
on the garden shed -
the cherry tree gives up

***

de nouvelles feuilles
sur l'abri de jardin -
le cerisier renonce

Christmas trees
decorated - red
apples hang in the orchard

morning commute
wisps of white clouds
roll though the sky

.
meeting old friends
1000 renga verses keep us
out of the rain

Roger McGough loves our 1000 Verse Renga Project,
and thinks it's a lovely idea!
.

washing bedclothes
covered in muddy paw prints
hot water bottles

family tree-
another branch falls
into the darkness


my cousin died suddenly last night

the last leaves -
yellow points of light
against the grey

through the trees
the wind
telling an old story

dogs demand comfort
after barking in the rain
my tea is spilled

birthday ginko-
single red passion flower
bounces on the vine

.
soldier’s name
the prime minister suffers
a little mortification


Times Online: November 9, 2009
Gordon Brown ‘mortified’ over misspelt letter of condolence:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/Afghanistan/article6909326.ece
.

bees in final delirium --
then a kiss of deep oblivion

Armistice Day
the wisteria leaves
turn a drab yellow

scritch of the rakes
springy sweet-scented mound
only your feet show

taps
as she lays her rose
a sigh

lichen-covered pavement
the clatter of a dustcart
drowns the birdsong

Another haiga collaboration with my friend Ashe from England. Published in my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves.

an empty nest
rides the autumn wind
newly-wed daughter

fields languish
beneath woodsmoke --
dark roots dreaming of a new spring to come

sleeping late
orange dawn startles me
at the front door

yesterday
winter proclaim its arrival
whirlwind of leaves

scritch of the rakes
springy sweet-scented mound
and then you vanish

pale daybreak--
my son mourns for
a dead bug

cold pale sun
oak leaves rustle
under my feet

.
autumn mizzle
I leave the apartment moody
and be lost to the elements
.

vaporous moon
in a cerulean sky
squirrels taunt the dogs

gray November
a crow stands waiting
in the outfield

fall collection
honor guards unload
caskets

a scourge of starlings
the cat's tail flicks
under the bench




edited - thank you Alan

flakes of black ash
and the scent of gunpowder
misted windows

wood of oaks
laid bare by autumn
- balls of mistletoe

***

bois de chênes
mis à nu par l'automne
- des boules de gui

soft patter
last leaves dropping -
November in full throttle

swans -
two old ladies
gossip

freshly turned earth
on a waterlogged grave
dead chrysanthemums

stillness
lamps become dots of light
on misty streets

ducks seek meagre rations

falling hail dissuades them not

lining up in queue

clouds take turns

pummelling feathered heads

mid morning run
wanting to enjoy outside
just a bit longer

early november
the vees of geese
now lowercase

leaves join
last year's leaves -
feeding the root

cold fur shivers
in the wind from passing cars
shades of autumn larches


*edited*

end of day -
november moon
takes me back

***

fin de journée -
la lune de novembre
me raccompagne

.
intermittent rain
the shirts spend another day
with the crows
.

evening commute
at hill's crest just beyond reach
melon Hunter moon

Full  moon,  this morning
falling asleep in the arms
of the rising sun  

tall grasses

wrestle with the wind --

getting tangled in the sheets

autumn
...but some trees
are evergreen

(for Mandy)

pendulous clouds
blanket fields with dark rain
dog walkers huddle

turning
towards winter path
leaving behind – words
 
-
For Mandy

morning coffee
her autumn breath joins
rising fog

early drive
full moons tilts toward
blinking power pole

for mandy smith

sunlit warm wood floor
shadow of a falling leaf -
this fragile moment

sunlit treetops
over the football pitch
a rainbow smile

Notice:

Mandy Smith of http://mandysmeanderings.blogspot.com/ an esteemed contributor of the seasonal blogs for a long time, is going into a hospice and will not be returning.
Her intention was to delete her blog but, urged not to do so, has asked a friend to take it over and keep the contents online.

She has emailed many of her contacts and asked to say that she does not want anyone to mourn for her but thanks those who have made contact with her over recent years.

Our thanks and appreciatiation to Mandy for her contribution, and blessings and prayers for her.

Beatrice V

November darkness
a shower of meteors
no rain tonight

Autumn Haiku 2008 ©Mandy Smith 2008

early morning drive
moon peeks over white cloud cover
in a coal black sky

Brightness
straining through the trees:
tea in full moon

rain beats a rhythm
on an umbrella drum
dry leaf harmony

mowing the last
of the year's growth
dia de los muertos

crawling back to bed
I tried hard to chase
my interrupted dream
upon realizing
it's daylight saving day

their room
fills with silence
this All Souls day
even her unrocking
rocking chair

all saints day
from the corner of my eye
someone    no one

halloween
ghost at the window
...full moon

rain pelts down
soaking bonfire ashes
mournful church bells

leaves changing colour
this is it -
black spot delivered