#1224

a prayer moonwards sent

a dark one this time of year

with hope underneath

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Started to be written for the Tricycle September 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, moon; but not finished until now.

#1223 (#305)

autumn air chilling

cutting right through to the bone

an open shut door

#1222

a vacant moon stare

he fell long before the fall

lost his sunshine blaze

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Written for the Tricycle September 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, moon. 

#1221 (#304)

cassette player on 

delivering free papers

in the autumn dusk

#1220

cold nights on the street

with the moon my only friend

the questions i asked

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Written for the Tricycle September 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, moon. 

#1219 (#303)

pushing up its head

as if to say hello there

little goby fish

#1218

moon watches, lonely,

regretting how he treated

his wife, mother earth.

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Written for the Tricycle September 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, moon. 

#1217 (#302)

moon waits with me now

as i smoke outside the pub

sending him haloes

#1216 (#301)

the orchid we brought

home from the wedding lasted

but not to this line

#1215 (#300)

spiky plastic bags

full of the treasure we sought

half term chestnut hunt

#1214 (#299)

the house now painted

that shade of red that comes from

japanese ivy

#1213 (#298)

lunch neatly arranged

all parts in small compartments

veg, sarnies, quail’s eggs…

#1212 (#297)

trying to write on

quail eggs but they are too small

and not enough time

#1211 (#296)

just a kid thinking

their autumn contemplation

kicking leaves around

#1210 (#295)

a wrapped nashi pear waiting in the hushed silence before the guests come

#1209 (#294)

i remember her 

sitting so still I thought the

cockscomb flowers real 

#1208 (#293)

i wonder how those

Cornish banana plants are;

and the sound they make

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Note from The Five Hundred Essential Japanese Season Words by Kenkichi Yamamoto: banana plant (bashoo, all autumn). From which the poet Bashô took his name… A poetical subject because of the sound of its broad, fragile leaves in the autumn wind and rain.

#1207 (#292)

end of the road lost

to the fog bubble in which

we must all now live

#1206 (#291)

lightning painted on

my memory of that day

as if a photo

#1205 (#290)

early rice welcome

it’s good to start however 

hard and long the job

#1204 (#289)

saturday mornings

waiting for sumo wrestling 

on transworld sports show

#1203 (#288)

soaked down to the bone

although it feels much further

to marrow and soul

#1202 (#287)

not quite right yet these

orchids have beauty all right

just like those ruins 

#1201 (#286)

autumn's voice returns

alleyways reverberate

with crunchy leaf sounds

#1200 (#285)

first dew frost arrives -

“where is my winter coat at?”

i wonder, frozen.

#1199 (#284)

autumn's voice drowned out

lost underfoot in the rain

no crisp-crunch today

#1198 (#283)

all of the long night

i will be awake thinking

about The Substance

#1197 (#282)

food preparation

in the style of a shrike

impale it and wait

#1196 (#281)

autumn lamplight in

the gloaming, slipping backward

toward dinnertime

#1195 (#280)

prize chrysanthemums 

crushed by his competitor

or so he had thought

#1194

tea from the buddha

brewed from a hydrangea’s leaves

that is the poem

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Written for the Tricycle August 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, hydrangea. 

#1193 (#279)

the fulling block sounds 

mark the time of day and year

reassure us all

#1192

a neighbourly feud

erupts in a riot of

hydrangea petals

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Written for the Tricycle August 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, hydrangea. 

#1191 (#278)

so chilly outside

so in denial inside

won’t wear my big coat

#1190 (#277)

a fallen apple

on the lawn of my garden

and a race begins

#1189 (#276)

jealousy returns

as i watch migrating birds

fly off through the rain

#1188 (#275)

now willow leaves fall

weeping into the river

off to make new life