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