The Autumn Moon

first frost moon

between border fence posts

those young faces

                            --Chen-ou Liu 

car over thirty

and I am older

first frost moons

                            --Jerome Berglund

What is 1,000

miles?  Sleepless night, autumn moon-

spill from cobalt sky 

                            --Kersten Christianson

rainy clouds hide

autumn moon from

snoring fox

                           --Molly Zeigenbein

autumn moon

but harvest time

comes early now

                          --Ceri Marriott

swallows spill into night

between wingbeats—

flickering first frost moon

                            --Karen Zhao

looking up i see

autumn moon in the day sky...

a cooper's hawk calls

                            --Pat Geyer

palm leaves

over cold autumn moon-

like a teacher’s mark

                           --Patricia Furstenberg

autumn moon

in a puddle -

a street rat pauses

                            --Ravi Kiran

autumn moon -

a flock of geese rises

from the lake

                          --Juliet Wilson

         

autumn moon

fireflies gather

on the screen door     

                         --Katherine E. Winnick

autumn moon

at the bottom of the well

making a wish

                        --Agnieszka Filipek

autumn moon-

through bamboo forest

a distant flute song...

resembling

what I heard

in my last life

                       --Ram Chandran

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

November

waning moon

in the chestnut tree -

golden leaves

round it

in their tremble

                            --Steliana Cristina Voicu

aspiring towards elevated 

amidst prozac 

waxing gibbous

                            --Jerome Berglund

yellow moon

he insists on drinking

the harvest

                        --C. X. Turner

all the time

I thought I was right

autumn side effects

                            --Lakshmi Iyer

first frost moon

the bruises on my legs

changing colour

                            --Agnieszka Filipek

crickets chirp

dewdrops on a leaf’s tip 

reflect the fading moon

                            --Karen Zhao

stuck

in the fork of a stump

full moon

                            --R. Suresh babu

not a voice or stir...

darkness lies on fields and streets

sad:  the moon has set

                            --Imozeni

Leaves on a limbo

California cobblestones

wear the paint of your

sudden departure/

the carousel colors

rounding the railroad

tracks, cliff diving the

causeway, sketching

skies in north Singapore

with me in the pile up

of lost loves and leaves

that go limbo-ing

'neath these harvest of hills

'neath the autumn time moon

where I climb to each time

seeing y’all off again

Novembering you.

                            --Emalisa Rose

No Autumn in Bali But

Green fields;

Green grasshoppers.

Fresh waterways; fresh fish.

Masked in banyan trees, bulbuls sing.

And beneath November’s moon pandan breath of civets sweetens our air.

                            --James Penha