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Showing posts with label Karen Zhao. Show all posts

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

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