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once smooth as petals will shrink into a crumpled autumn leaf, waiting for annual earth's melting tofertilise spring's kids. — 11.20.2020©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. — For dVerse MTB: Jisei (Japanese Death Poems) The *tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, traditionally written in a single… Continue reading the invisible cycle: a tanka*
Monsoon rain welcomes you, on my side of the world. I hope your crimson hair isn’t damp. You can leave your slippers out. I made some pumpkin soup, well, this lockdown taught me how to cook. Perhaps, aloneness teaches humans better than any book. I saw some photos of orange lanes, your touch is turning… Continue reading on decaying days and pumpkin soup
Shovel summer, fall whispers death. Warmer days’ done. Here comes red leaves, trees with naked sleeves. Let autumn’s kiss lull pain’s hiss, and dismiss your hate. Bliss is sweeter for the forgiver. — 03.26.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. Y is for… Continue reading autumn bliss (a ya-du)
the scarlet leaf of the almost bare autumn tree, s l o w l y , ever s l o w l y , f a l l i n g from its home twig to its grave earth. the crystal snowflake of the heavy, winter cloud g e n t l y , ever… Continue reading mummed magic
in this maze of bleeding leaves as if the mighty Him spilled red inks on top of the lush trees and twigs to signal the yearly seasons' shift, find me lurking not beneath the tall towers of red and yellow, find me hiding not inside the house with the whispering cello, find me sitting not… Continue reading autumn spell
Like an elusive dream I silently hope to see how you undress--- from cold white to fresh green then to shy yellow and then to scarlet red, from freckled to plump and lush to skinny and then to skeletal bare. Like an enchanting perfume I secretly imagine your scent change--- from chilling trace of frost to charming… Continue reading Dear Seasons
Autumn's Passage* *A collaboration with my Queen of Sonnets, who I consider a dear friend, Melinda Kucsera of In Media Res. Melinda, an eloquent poetess and a gifted fantasy writer, is the author of epic fantasy adventure Stars and Angel Sing. Visit her blog and take a thrilling journey as she takes you to the enchanted world of Shayari. Autumn’s Passage Leaves painted in sunset… Continue reading Autumn’s Passage*
My friends love either spring or summer with the shining bright soleil. I am the odd fan of fall. The only kid who loves to see trees go skeletal. Little do they know the leaf-less twigs also scared me. But I still love fall because of my granny! She lives in a brick red house… Continue reading The Bloodiest Leaf
