The gobble-de-gook of this day/night... but not, Lenore!

gouls and goblins
rap rap rapping at my door
the moon

__In my searches it was said that, Krigia Biflora blooms into late August. I'd better inform these wild flowers that their -timing- is out of sync.; October 29th, brilliant yellow blossoms compete with the fall birches... and the sunrise. Misplaced Kigo?


this Cynthia
stands as rival to the birch
morning sun

From a recent comment... this changed thought.

horizon...
the mountains watch a near storm
night fall

__I haven't the credentials to suppose I know the form of Sedoka, I can only rely on my opinion; six lines, both the first and second triplets quite able to be read as haiku/senryu, and as linked... the whole, a complete feeling. I think the structure of 5-7-7 , 5-7-7... is subject to the same English syllable minimalism as haiku and senryu.
_m

a forest trail
dry leaves whisper my steps
beechnuts
this deer runs
and spews fog above its nose
stillness

It seems "plastic" doesn't fit well with "ancient rite." A paradox from last year.

all hallows' eve
this ancient rite of mischief
a plastic mask

An echo, as generated by Nora's fine post of Wednesday, Oct. 14.

half life
in last night's dream
a river

quickly
my rushing heart
this message of the lost
in songs of my tomorrow's wish
believe

My granddaughter began her eight year... yesterday. Since Halloween is on its way, this... Maya's costume (a little too long) of last year.

ghost girl
trips to treat to trick to treat
bed sheet

A stricking contrast, the changing color of the vine, the green of the pine.

a red vine
wraps this evergreen's trunk
season mark

Seasons close, thus a Wednesday night at home... and this charactor (a coincidental posting)is just a few weeks away.

jack-o-lantern
waits in this crop row
a candle

For a friend

moondrips
quietly fall
with the soft evening rain
each drops glow of this empty sky
written

__For tomorrow, in some ISTD terms... Happy Anniversary Kathy! Such years that seem so quickly to have passed... but NEVER lost. Love Ya! _m

our waltz
through these years
quickstep