First nip in the air
as summer slips away
thrush sings requiem.
First hint of gold
touches swirling leaves
Dervishes dancing.
Leaves quiver and fall
in a cool breeze
the shroud of summer.
Swallows leave
thrush sings a dirge
summer is dead
A contest entry
- HAIKU by Swan song.
550 points, ended September 16, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very good I liked the first haiku the most but they were all good


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These haikus strung together create a wonderful tapestry of the season. Excellent! I wish you well in the challenge.
Much Love ♥
Renee


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AH, THE FIRST SIGNS OF FALL!!!
There is always an upbeat and happiness in one as the seasons change. Your words brings that upbeat feel to my heart.
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I love the 3rd. stanza best of all. It is as though leaves become the shroud of Summer. Or,the blanketed cover fending off the cold of sleeping sprouts.This is so.. descriptive in poetic voice versed.It's seasonal revolving reminds us of how it fits into the human equation of life for humanity. Slower than nature,but only one go around. As far as we know anyway.Has a sad feel in reading it. But that only shows the enrichment of knowing wisdom of what will be missed too.







