quilt

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1536 Autumn … the season
“This month, November 2018, all our prompts will have something to do with autumn and that means classical and non-classical kigo (seasonwords) and haiku, to inspire you, by the five greatest haiku poets, Basho, Chiyo-Ni, Issa, Buson and Shiki.”

‘The fall of the year is not merely the fall of the leaves but the fall of the vital powers in all natural things including man. We feel it in ourselves and are thus and thus only able to see it in things outside.
The Milky Way is most clearly seen and deeply felt in this month, but it is the moon that is the soul of autumn. The sun we take for granted, but the moon, in the remote nearness, its silent-smiling light, deepens the mystery of our own life. The wind of autumn also has a different voice from that of any other season; we can hear perhaps the rustle of death in it.
It seems difficult not to write well on scarecrows; these are a peculiarly Japanese subject. The crying of insects in autumn was always a cause of poetical feeling, in Chinese and Japanese poetry.
The beauty of leaves and flowers, and the powerful, esoteric scent of the Chrysanthemums make them the chief flower of the season.’ (Source: Haiku Volume 3, R.H. Blyth)

I love to challenge you to create your own version of this beauty by Shiki:

entering autumn,
the painting of flowering plants
a daily task

© Shiki

And here is my own version of this beauty by Shiki:

last day of summer
the leaves are already coloring
in the moonlight

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

colors flutter
ground beneath trees is a quilt
in season of Autumn

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/

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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