My soul is wedded to this season and I sit in contemplation sleep is sweet and satisfying my awake time spent in zion When else can you feel the crisp air of mornings then at noon an Indian summer…
A merry poem about autumn by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Please enjoy.
🍁🍁🍁 The Autumn Equinox (September 22 - October 7) Shubun 秋分 🍁🍁🍁 Hello, dear friends. Firstly, I wish to extend you an invitation that was extended tome by Colleen: ⏩ LISTEN to the 24 Japanese…
After the long hot summer, it’s now a time of celebration. It’s the perfect season to write poetry. This is how this time of year affects me where I live. Please enjoy my haiku.
Wagtail: Willy Wagtail--Just when I soaked my feet in this river, one day, the Jaunty li'l thing came to show me how birds do it. Lucky for me, I had my camera ready. Check out the video too.
Wrote a haiku about the cotton flower wilting, aged enough to explode into fluffy bolls. Also wrote about polka dotted ladies at work in limit of heat. Please enjoy.
In wonder with the colors of autumn while I listen close to the whispers from the wind. Happy November, everyone.
"...and then the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and Autumn was awakened." ~Raquel Franco October Hunter's Moon: don't miss it.
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Have you ever experienced that tip-of-the-tongue (TOT) phenomenon? Do you know what I'm talking about? Well, if you know, then I dedicate this autumn poem to you. Don’t sweat the small stuff-- this too is a normal state; happens to everyone. Trust me.