The Old Scarecrow

 

To Breathe

O silver platter moon,

do you see the blue clouds?

They enter my lungs and force the air out;

the bottled oxygen doesn't help

O eye witness, what else is there to say?

                             --Sulakshana Guha

don't tell the scarecrow

someone is stealing the beans

                             --Yayū

receding patter
of trembling raindrops
cancer whispers spread
                             --Douglas J. Lanzo

hospice-

how many autumn moon

still I have

                            --Ram Chandran

gathering storm

the air in the waiting room

heavy with silence

                            --Chen-ou Liu

harvest moon
stuffing a body 
with plastic bags
                            --Mariel Herbert

moldy oranges

scattered on the ground

the smell of rot

                            --Eavonka Ettinger

sickling moon

hollowed out in daily scoops

now the lightness of being

                            --Dr. Vaishnavi Pusapati 

the constancy 

of weeping wisteria 

- blue moon 

                           --Katherine E. Winnick

sentient death poem 

writing itself 

cranberry moon

                             --Jerome Berglund

 

autumn moon

nothing but the sound of leaves

falling

                            --Mark Scott

with no moon

i tell the fallen moon

of autumn tears

                            --James Young

virtual funeral

the autumn moon

watching through my window

                            --Adele Evershed

in silent midnight

our old scarecrow topples over

weird hollow echo

                            --Boncho

A Touch of Autumn

White-wings

 

For months the White winged Doves

have gathered in the yard

with morning appetites, afternoon

thirst and a blue ring

around their orange eyes through which

the summer threads its

infinite soul. There is war

east of hope in the world

                                        and rain

wandering lost in the sky. There are

sales at the local stores

and red green red lights

flashing at intersections

between good luck and bad. There’s

a hawk who wakes up early

and patrols the urban streets. There’s

a cloudbank building

                                 with a heavy heart

and doves present

then gone. Away they go

to drought’s end,

drinking moonlight on the wing.

                            --David Chorlton

A Touch of Autumn

She whistles through a blade of grass,

      sharp and serrated,

and does not shudder

      when it cuts her lip:

blood and breath to call him, to bind them.  

The wind bends tree boughs low

      like lovers dancing,

as he wraps ethereal arms around her,

      red lips marking him

and the leaves flush and curl, before falling.

                            --Shelly Jones

distant sirens...
in moonlight the barbed wire 

dripping blood

                            --Chen-ou Liu

power cuts—

the first frost moon

out stays its welcome

                                --Adele Evershed

a sickle harvest moon,

two dead bleached cottonwoods

tuning forks of the poors’ harvest

                           --Jeff Burt

recoil 

the Hunter’s Moon

still in the buck’s eye

                            --Joshua St. Clair

eerie autumn moon

even my wooden owl sleeps

with one eye open

                            --Dana Clark

Harvest

subtle mellow bathes

rich autumnal moon reflects

earth reaps harvest light

                            --Andrew Collinson

harvest moon

the praying mantis

can’t get to sleep

                            --Randy Brooks

troubled soil reigns 

greens in slow grace can’t remain

by harvest crescent

                            --Jenn Martin

lingering fragrance 

on the passenger seat 

fall peaches              

resisting the urge

will wait for cobbler

                                --Christina Chin & Linda Ludwig

first frost moon -

a squirrel gathers

nuts

                               --Juliet Wilson

a harvest moon

some people reap

what others have sown

                             --James Babbs

carving tools and scoops
pumpkins sport happy faces
harvest fun with love
                             --Kate Chamberlin

the autumnal moon

the gyne adores butterflies

- moony fulfilment

                              --Paweł Markiewicz

kitchen’s hot ovens

air redolent with pie spice
watering mouths wait
                            --Kate Chamberlin

autumn moon—

shadows stir in the line

for the soup kitchen

                            --Adele Evershed

rotting

at the root

jack-o'-lanterns

                            --Mariel Herbert

harvest field

moonlight washes

the silence

                            --Subir Ningthouja

falling leaf             

a caterpillar hangs 

by its web

inching its way up

before the early bird 

                               --Christina Chin & Linda Ludwig