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2012 Fall haiku by Patricia K

by Patricia | 9.23.12

369px-Francesco_del_Cossa_001 Der Herbst

She’s heeeerrrre …

Autumnal equinox: the tipping point between two seasons of light.

Fall arrived on Saturday a little before 9 a.m. I thought it happened today because my calendar says so, but my calendar got it wrong. I wonder what else my calendar has gotten wrong.

For those of us who (like me) may feel the touch of melancholy this time of year but have the impulse to celebrate anyway, WIZ is opening a haiku chain. Many of you know what a haiku is–probably, you’ve know since elementary school or junior high. For those who feel uncertain, a haiku is a classical Japanese poetical form, usually 17 syllables all in a single line in Japanese, but there are longer and shorter forms.  A haiku written in English stacks lines, often in the order of one short line of 5 syllables on top, a long line of 7 syllables in the middle, then another short line of 5 syllables on the bottom.  But there are many paths–pick what suits you.  Often, haiku mention the season under consideration.  If you wish to learn more about haiku, you can go here or here.

How a WIZ haiku chain usually goes is this: Someone starts the chain.  This year, that’s me. Somebody follows me, adding a single haiku in the comments, and then another person takes a crack, and ’round we go.  You may link your haiku to an image in the previous haiku or stud the chain with something wholly original. I kind of like seeing other people’s individual expressions of how the arrival of this season strikes them. Other than the informal, “one-at-a-time-please” tradition, there’s no limit to turns a participant can take and no deadline for this activity.  It runs as long as it runs.

My opener:

Summer’s final words
rasp leaves, shimmer on the lip
of the horizon.


24 Responses to 2012 Fall haiku by Patricia K

  1. Jonathon

    Horizons here are fickle,
    fixed, and, like seasons and like script,
    crescented crosswise and flipped.

  2. Th.


    Crescented crosswise,
    The wheat flipped through the chilling air.
    The reaper moves on.

  3. Lora

    crackle of corn stalks
    soaring sky of wisping clouds
    rain patters on leaves

  4. Lora

    the night comes early
    golden pumpkins fill our dreams
    the brown trees sleep too

    (by Virginia)

  5. Cara O'Sullivan

    Horses twitch, flick their tails
    To whip away autumn’s last cloud of flies
    Left by swallows gone south

  6. Tyler

    above the harvest
    a gold thumbnail moon
    tips to the west

  7. Tyler

    Or, riffing off Th.:

    as the reaper moves on
    a gold thumbnail moon
    tips to the west

  8. Tyler

    windswept pond:
    a willow searches
    for its lost leaves

  9. Tyler

    One more:

    from the oak’s shadows:
    the crow’s lonely caw,
    the shudder of leaves

  10. Will Reger

    Spruce ignore the frost;
    Gingko hands out golden coins:
    Maples immolate.

  11. Terrance V. Mc Arthur

    see the maples burning,
    but they can not drive away
    the chill and the frost

  12. Jeremiah Burrow

    rushing wind
    rattling leaves
    parking lot

  13. Patricia

    blinding white corn moon
    drops silver grain to the ground
    darkness to see by

  14. Will Reger

    Burning shadows light
    Pewter meadows–rabbits gorge:
    Running come hunters.

  15. Jeremiah Burrow

    leaves blaze, fall
    same old song says crow
    kraa kraa kraa

  16. Sean

    Amsterdam’s canals
    Glitter in the growing dark,
    Lights limning bridges.

  17. Sean

    From sunlit tree limbs
    A press ciders apples that
    Taste of tart, brown, gold.

  18. Mark Penny

    At last cool atoms!
    Steaming skin soothed/shed.
    Now wait for hotness.

  19. Patricia

    Jigsaw winds piece leaves
    from the oak canopy; feet
    jumble fall’s tangrams.

  20. Sean

    Wind rips tears from my
    Eyes. Bike tires skid and crunch dry
    Leaves. Cold skies darken.

  21. Mark Penny

    Sleep calls, but so does
    Song. I fight the ice, give tongue, but
    Fall is mightier.

  22. Jonathon

    The Fall is mightier
    than this two-edged doubled summer blade.
    Autumn insists, regardless.

  23. Patricia

    Flown, swallows’ airy
    geometrics. Hawks now spin
    days in slow circles.

  24. Mark Penny

    Days in slow circles
    Fall. They fall so slow, so slow.
    Day after leaf.

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