Bare branches, half guessed, a darker black silhouetted against void, whisper amongst themselves in the northern breeze. A few last leaves flutter down. A flash of silver is quickly hidden, the magic light extinguished as rapidly as it had appeared. Looking up, I guess where the moon lies hidden behind the blanket of turmoil that is the sky. I wrap my jacket tighter around myself, but can’t stop the moist air from seeping in, hungerly stealing my warmth. The approaching dawn has been hijacked, the sun led astray, for the sky remains that slate grey.
White rim on last leaf Dull glow illuminates grey November dark clouds
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we used a theme, which was given by Sue Vincent in the form of a haiku (see below). I wrote a haibun with a haiku for the challenge.
A bit of fungus A tower in fairyland Both visions are true
Fungus rot Fairyland tower Point of view
Fungus Fairyland Toadstool
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was a photo challenge. the photo at the top was provided by Lisa Thompson, a photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann found on Unsplash. This week I chose a haiku. I used the three different forms to say the same thing (6/7/6, 3/5/3 and 2/3/2).