Leaves surround me
As I walk thru my garden,
Those of Bleeding Hearts
And Roses of all colors,
Lilacs and Lilies,
Leafy green Vincas and Ferns,
All speak to me of life,
That in the dark days of winter
Seemed lost, but was asleep.
Choka
NaPoWriMo Day 11–Prompt: significance of flowers, but I chose to write about the leaves instead as they are what are most prominent now, since many plants aren’t blooming but are leafing out.
Enjoying the new life
Springing up all around me
Singing and dancing
With the birds and daffodils
Shaking off winter doldrums
Tanka
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
Like falling leaves
Blessings coming down
From Father of Lights
With whom there’s no end
Too many to count
So I just say “Thank You”
Syllabic Verse
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
James 1:17 KJV
Red carpets of leaves
Gold falling all about me
Feel like royalty
Haiku
On a red carpet
Tossing leaves of welcome
November swept in
As the barren trees shivered
And the crescent moon vanished
Tanka
Nature’s
Fall games
Yellow
Races red
Wind quits
No winners
Syllabic Verse
It was a fairly windy warm Fall day today and I enjoyed being outside just watching the wind blowing the leaves around. I missed out on getting a video of a group of leaves dancing as I didn’t have my camera ready in time but it was awesome to see them swirl and twirl together in sort of a whirlwind burst of air.
But I did capture another video of them looking like they were racing each other as a big gust of wind blew them along. Fun day! 😊
So many colors
Dot the green
From just one tree
Syllable Line
I was out walking about my yard today just admiring all the different colors of the fallen leaves. There are so many variations of colors it is amazing.
Upon my window
The winds of time beat softly
Autumn leaves swirl
Things are changing again
Life keeps moving forward
Tanka
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
