I am Miss Autumn
Dressed in vibrant colors
Creating crisp brisk breezes
Inviting leaves to dance
As maple trees clap
Their red and golden appendages
Beneath cloudy skies
And furry grey squirrels scamper
To gather the oak’s treasures
Choka
Sunset
Feathers on high
Streaks of orange light
Fill the western sky before me
I gasp
Cinquain
Red carpets of leaves
Gold falling all about me
Feel like royalty
Haiku
Upon my window
The winds of time beat softly
Autumn leaves swirl
Things are changing again
Life keeps moving forward
Tanka
Nature shows us
Letting go
Can be beautiful
Syllable Lune
“Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.” —Author Unknown
Once again
Autumn visits us
Abounding
In color
Leaves fall at her entrance
Blushing from her touch
Shadorma
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. —Albert Camus
Wind whispers
With a chilly voice.
Daylight turns off her light
Earlier, as each evening fades
Away.
Calendar creeps forward to the
Predetermined time
Autumn’s debut
Will come.
Butterfly Cinquain
(Trying to enjoy each summer day while it lasts!)
