Sanguine Spirit!

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.


Haiku/Tanka – Autumn & Leaves

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.



The crisp gust of fall

drifts the  blades from a rustle

to a twirling dance



Browns, reds and yellows

a carpet of vibrant fronds

scatter lazily

compose a lyrical theme

swaying to the fall rhythm.


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