Sunday, September 4, 2011

September #haiku ~ by Donna Carrick

This one is in memory of the lives lost on September 11, 2001. Alex and I were returning to work that morning after a week of family funerals, relieved to finish a week of sorrow, only to learn the sorrow had hardly begun...

All around the world
Nature is the only sound.
Plowshares, swords at rest.

The following are inspired by the season as well as by our love of our Northern home:
Slow September rain,
tender as a memory.
Farewell summer love.
Grey September blues.
Half-forgotten melody.
Lyrics call for you.
Late summer shadow.
Memories of season gone,
passing with regret.
Wake to gentle rain.
Late summer, birds, cicadas.
Our North dressed in grey.
Yue liang lights our way.
Cool September harvest moon,
lantern in the sky.
A crystal moment,
subtle as a woman’s sigh.
Everything has changed.
Subtle September,
scarce a touch of autumn red,
in cool denial.

1 comment:

  1. What great poems for September.

    There is so much sadness right now. I know so many are suffering and I'm sure some people would love the Sept rain--especially those suffering from fires in Texas.