Take 5ive Issue Four Twenty Twenty Two. Theme : Autumn
Marilyn Humbert
first frost
beneath a silver moon
stars glint
this cloudless night
above and below me
our view
from the red bridge
the autumn moon
surrounded by stars
floats in a river
garden path
littered with leaves
I smile
my feet scatter
autumn colours
Joy McCall
the horse chestnut
holds onto its leaves
the rowan lets hers go ...
we are like the trees
holding on, letting go
I wake
to the song of a robin
the sky is dark
from the smoke of bonfires
what fools we mortals be
rain on the roof
autumn oak leaves
kindness kanji
some days
it is enough
Bryan Rickert
a cold
autumn rain
the children
still believing
we’re in love
trees
becoming bare
I open
myself to you
more every day
the end
of a long dry spell
autumn rain
baptizing
the churchyard stones
Ram Chandran
October moon
rising behind the skyline ...
am I
the only soul to watch her
in this concrete jungle
how many years
how many autumn moons
I spent awake
thinking of you...
waiting for your door knock
Susan Burch
raking leaves
into piles…
your group
of followers
bigger than mine
green leaves
turning golden…
settling into
the autumn
of my life
Lafcadio
no words today
the silence allowing
a fresh view
of the way the leaves
let go of the trees
found
by the autumn wind
carrying me
away from home
to a far-away land
Tuyet Van Do
Steps of life
weary afternoon
crushing golden leaves
under her feet
she continues
the steps of life
Colors of romance
in awe
taking a deep breath
she tries to take it all in
a sense of romance
amongst autumnal colors
Rupa Anand
in a russet sari
brighter than
burgundy wine
she dances
the autumn polka
the spring girl
i used to be
long gone--
in her place, an autumn woman
who knows it’s time to walk alone . . .
i splatter
spring, summer, winter
upon the easel:
each season makes up
my autumnal painting
Roberta Beach Jacobson
this season
Mother Nature gives us
so few
hours of daylight
to enjoy each new day
Richa Sharma
autumn tree
multiplying
out of a book
the real colours
of my freedom
of my age
on the same road
a red maple . . .
the less you own me
the longer the passion
Voima Oy
dark so early now
cats vanish in the shadows
spirits in the dry leaves
a plastic bag
becomes a ghost
Hassane Zemmouri
drizzle...
I fill the evening loneliness
with unanswered calls
after the news of wars and epidemics
I hum a song to myself
Minal Sarosh
evening garden
a leaf falling besides me
on the empty bench
what is autumn trying
to tell me ?
the door creaks
as I step into the room
autumn breeze…
on grandpa’s desk
incomplete poems
pausing
to hear my loud thoughts
in the zen garden
the autumn moon dips
silently in the pond
Mark Gilbert
a scooter
dopplering
thru the splitting mist
slicing the pizza
into three
neglected
orchard
nothing
to
fall
raindrops
bless each ear
of corn
the soil remembers
the bad times
Christina Chin
the cradle rocks
grandma knits woollies
and booties ...
autumn Hazel
the newborn babe
the street beggar
acting quite strange
how we blame
it on tonight's
full moon
Chen-ou Liu
leaves drifting
through an open window
onto the floor ...
our bodies entangled
with each other's loneliness
a black widow
weaving autumn moonlight
through the net
an unknown bird settles
on the foreclosure sign
leaves on leaves ...
like a coolie, I dig through
ruin upon ruin
of my immigrant past
to see if there's a future
Steve Wilkinson
late October
the leaves
that lie on my lawn
are as numerous
as the pains in my heart
fallen leaves
floating down the river
another day
in this sad world
to endure my loss
first frost
beneath a silver moon
stars glint
this cloudless night
above and below me
our view
from the red bridge
the autumn moon
surrounded by stars
floats in a river
garden path
littered with leaves
I smile
my feet scatter
autumn colours
Joy McCall
the horse chestnut
holds onto its leaves
the rowan lets hers go ...
we are like the trees
holding on, letting go
I wake
to the song of a robin
the sky is dark
from the smoke of bonfires
what fools we mortals be
rain on the roof
autumn oak leaves
kindness kanji
some days
it is enough
Bryan Rickert
a cold
autumn rain
the children
still believing
we’re in love
trees
becoming bare
I open
myself to you
more every day
the end
of a long dry spell
autumn rain
baptizing
the churchyard stones
Ram Chandran
October moon
rising behind the skyline ...
am I
the only soul to watch her
in this concrete jungle
how many years
how many autumn moons
I spent awake
thinking of you...
waiting for your door knock
Susan Burch
raking leaves
into piles…
your group
of followers
bigger than mine
green leaves
turning golden…
settling into
the autumn
of my life
Lafcadio
no words today
the silence allowing
a fresh view
of the way the leaves
let go of the trees
found
by the autumn wind
carrying me
away from home
to a far-away land
Tuyet Van Do
Steps of life
weary afternoon
crushing golden leaves
under her feet
she continues
the steps of life
Colors of romance
in awe
taking a deep breath
she tries to take it all in
a sense of romance
amongst autumnal colors
Rupa Anand
in a russet sari
brighter than
burgundy wine
she dances
the autumn polka
the spring girl
i used to be
long gone--
in her place, an autumn woman
who knows it’s time to walk alone . . .
i splatter
spring, summer, winter
upon the easel:
each season makes up
my autumnal painting
Roberta Beach Jacobson
this season
Mother Nature gives us
so few
hours of daylight
to enjoy each new day
Richa Sharma
autumn tree
multiplying
out of a book
the real colours
of my freedom
of my age
on the same road
a red maple . . .
the less you own me
the longer the passion
Voima Oy
dark so early now
cats vanish in the shadows
spirits in the dry leaves
a plastic bag
becomes a ghost
Hassane Zemmouri
drizzle...
I fill the evening loneliness
with unanswered calls
after the news of wars and epidemics
I hum a song to myself
Minal Sarosh
evening garden
a leaf falling besides me
on the empty bench
what is autumn trying
to tell me ?
the door creaks
as I step into the room
autumn breeze…
on grandpa’s desk
incomplete poems
pausing
to hear my loud thoughts
in the zen garden
the autumn moon dips
silently in the pond
Mark Gilbert
a scooter
dopplering
thru the splitting mist
slicing the pizza
into three
neglected
orchard
nothing
to
fall
raindrops
bless each ear
of corn
the soil remembers
the bad times
Christina Chin
the cradle rocks
grandma knits woollies
and booties ...
autumn Hazel
the newborn babe
the street beggar
acting quite strange
how we blame
it on tonight's
full moon
Chen-ou Liu
leaves drifting
through an open window
onto the floor ...
our bodies entangled
with each other's loneliness
a black widow
weaving autumn moonlight
through the net
an unknown bird settles
on the foreclosure sign
leaves on leaves ...
like a coolie, I dig through
ruin upon ruin
of my immigrant past
to see if there's a future
Steve Wilkinson
late October
the leaves
that lie on my lawn
are as numerous
as the pains in my heart
fallen leaves
floating down the river
another day
in this sad world
to endure my loss
