Showing posts with label Linda Ludwig. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Linda Ludwig. Show all posts

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October moon, one owl,
one moth, one lonely cricket,
my bed empty too
                             --Jeff Burt


rice dumplings 
and pampas grass decorations
moon viewing
                            --Christina Chen


fall-
every leaf
waits for its wind
                            --Ram Chandran


autumn moon -
a black cat crosses
my path
                            --Juliet Wilson


red hues 
of autumn—
booster shot
                            --petro c.k.



October moon
an echo of laughter
through the empty hallway
                            --James Babbs


October morn
farmstead scarecrow gets
a new hat
                            --Roberta Beach Jacobson


first frost moon lost rain
of an autumn equinox 
beech mast never came 
                            --Jenn Martin


last night’s fullest moon
still sings, bell-clear, this morning
—Autumn’s  aria—
                            --Ron. Lavalette


autumn moon
the fraying seams
on her jacket
                            --Kimberly Kuchar


autumn rain              
parasols bloom
on the sidestreet 

just add water
— instant flowers
                            --Christina Chin & Linda Ludwig

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