Written for:  Carpe Diem Special (3rd guest) Herman van Rompuy’s 3rd
Write a poem in the same sense, tone, and spirit as:

birds in concert
one sings above all others
I don’t know its name

© Herman van Rompuy (taken from: Haiku, by him)

at sunrise
sunrays on my naked body
birds singing

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

spring has come;
a nameless hill
is shrouded in thin mist

© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Blyth)

Here is my attempt:

row of maple trees
autumn-colored leaves flutter
dancing as one


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Maples

  1. magyar says:

    I apologize, often I leave an echo… as memories are stimulated such as here
    __ I wonder. Haven’t we all watched the dances of those sun sent shadows… those falling leaves, just seconds before they settle to the ground_?

    shadows float
    below this noonday sun
    leaves fall


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  2. Janice says:

    I like your haiku…autumn-coloured leaves is so effective…it reminds me of how Jane Reichhold refers to autumn trees in riversong. I guess we say autumn leaves but autumn trees and autumn-coloured leaves are pleasant extensions.


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