Autumn

 

“I’m a witch”

girl on a bike singing

crow-black hair flying                                      by Miriam Sulhunt

 

gathering quince

inhaling sweet fragrance

empty jam jars                                                  by Miriam Sulhunt

 

old photo

catching me unawares

memories stir                                                        by Miriam Sulhunt

 

just enough blue sky

squinting at a skein of ducks

then clouds                                                              by Miriam Sulhunt

 

red moon tree

flames dancing through branches

bedazzled                                                                by Miriam Sulhunt

 

as usual

juiciest blackberries

just out of reach                                                    by Miriam Sulhunt

 

pulling

green tomatoes off the vine

making chutney                                                     by Miriam Sulhunt

 

laughing children

pumpkin lanterns lit, pass by                            by Miriam Sulhunt

 

leaves in autumn

patchwork of red and gold

unfolding                                                                 by Miriam Sulhunt

 

at sunrise

preparing the lunch-box

ripe persimmon                                                    by John Wall

 

memories

in a floorboard creak

autumn wind                                                         by John Wall

Japanese translation of the above haiku:

想ひ出の床軋みけり秋の風 / omoide no yuka kishimikeri aki no kaze

(Japanese translation by Catherine Urquhart)

 

pale blue morning

nestled in the leaves

an apple rots                                                         by John Wall

 

my sister’s eulogy

usurped by a crow

bonfire smoke                                                       by John Wall

 

dark wet morning

from under the leaves

a frog leaps                                                            by John Wall

 

autumn mist

we never saw

the last swallow leave                                           by John Wall

 

Pentland Hills

pink in the evening sun

August yawns                                                        by John Wall

 

stiffening breeze

lifts a flier

the show is over                                                    by John Wall

 

from the crowd

one last hurrah

evening shivers                                                    by John Wall

 

autumn spider

not as afraid of me

as I am of you                                                       by Patrick Dunne

 

autumn walk

the river finds a hole

in my shoe                                                          by Patrick Dunne

 

even the city

looks beautiful tonight

moon viewing                                                      by Patrick Dunne

 

the rain falls

every which way

autumn wind                                                     by Becky Dwyer

 

early sunset

the grass still unmown

cat don’t care                                                       by Becky Dwyer

 

as suddenly as it started

the rain stopped

golden leaves                                                      by Becky Dwyer

 

old couple on the bench

one pair of gardening gloves

between them                                                    by Elaine Charwat

 

in a red coat

adrift

first autumn leaf                                               by Elaine Charwat

 

lightning flash

a face at the window

I fear for my sunflower                                   by Elaine Charwat

 

under plums

a hint of gin

in the rain                                                         by Chris Jupp

 

Rannoch Moor

in one lochan

moon craters                                                    by Chris Jupp

 

half-grey sky

the hoodie* alights

from its shadow                                               by Chris Jupp

(*Scots word for hooded crow)

 

the lights change

from amber to red

a falling leaf                                                   by Gillian Dawson

 

wet grass and bracken

pages of a story

I wander through                                         by James P Spence

 

autumn dusk

the head…the neck of a swan

disappears                                                       by Catherine Urquhart

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