Vibrant confetti of leaves
ochre, brown and red
rustle an autumnal melody
twirl to the wispy breeze
revel under the harvest moon
spray a mist of spicy scents
delight the sensory emotions.
As Fall bids a final adieu
the fronds let go,
without any attachments
to their soul tree.
They sway in gay abandon
swirling and whirling in the finale,
before kissing the earthy bosom,
to be buried under winter’s white blanket.
In response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge Autumn & Leaves. But this time there is a twist. We are allowed only to use the synonyms of the prompt words. I’ve written a haiku and tanka this time.
Haiku
The crisp gust of fall
drifts the blades from a rustle
to a twirling dance
Tanka
Browns, reds and yellows
a carpet of vibrant fronds
scatter lazily
compose a lyrical theme
swaying to the fall rhythm.
Time to say adieu
the soul leaves the mortal home
heavens open gate.
In response to Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge #116 : Home & leaves
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