Showing posts with label Randy Brooks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Randy Brooks. Show all posts

On the Water


the autumn moon
floats on the water
sand dunes shifting with the tide
                          --Ceri Marriott


reflections 
on the Mirror Lake 
autumn rainbow
                          --Christina Chin


moon viewing
our kayak
a little tipsy
                           --Randy Brooks


evening moon 
floating my boat 
in the milky way
                            --Herb Tate

October

 
Autumn poem

Black walnut trees
Stained by October moon
Shed their yellowed garb
Will face what comes
With strength and grace
As deep inside they crochet
Next year’s lace
                            --Elizabeth Hykes


cold tea surrenders,
invites the October moon
to slip into the cup
                              --Jeff Burt


October moon
like the eye of a deer
caught between baying dogs
at dusk
                            --Patricia Furstenberg


orange moon
monarchs come to rest
on the old pine
                            --Randy Brooks


chipmunks
the barn owl blackens
the Autumn Moon
                            --Joshua St. Claire


autumn moon gazing
through storm-tattered alder leaf;
shadowed lace and light
                            --Kersten Christianson


October moonrise
the sky’s abiding ceiling
glows with fire
                            --Katherine Simmons


a star wanes and fades
as the autumn moon rises
a new light by which to steer the ship
                             --Ceri Marriott


sunbeams glance first frost 
moon — dance waterfalls — tree, ferns
infinite fractals
                            --Gerard Sarnat


leaves rustle and fall
a distant symphony soothes
cool air rings with bird calls
                            --Christi Kochifos Caceres


Moon of falling leaves
                                      Greets guests honorably 
 
Night unashamed
                              Lightly impresses 
 
Rhythmic crickets filigree
                                            Stars gossamer wickets
 
Trance
             Of receptive opposites
 
Darkness 
               conjures light
 
Trance
             Of receptive opposites 
 
The Great Horned Owl
                                       “WHOooOOOooo be you”
 
Dew soaked grass 
                              Precious eloquence
                                            --Stephen Rozwenc   


cicadas buzz like chainsaws under
a luminous harvest moon
sound gently weaves the silk nights
i imagine that you also
hear the singing of this moon
                            --Ginny Short

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