Autumn Haiku Poem by Mark Heathcote

autumn—red and gold

her dress a prier—crumpling rose

trees bare—interlock
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emerging from the ice

and snow—a white swan—appears

'abject moon—thy sorrow'

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blackthorn—green branches

cascading amber locket—

after school Pep-talks

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winters fog lagoons

carp sedate break—roll like clouds

nearby—the city graveyard

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opaque damp shadows

-gleam in orange and red leaf

in storms—goldfish leap

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mistletoe and holly—at

the Municipal graveyard

grasp the nettle—pure folly

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chestnut pendulums—

they're good at playing tick tack toe—

pity gravity isn't fair

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tears contain the world
-once spilt the rivers fed
— hearts ocean retreats


10/01/2019

wild meadows scent
succinct from anything else
one yard of silk...

the bridge stretches out
the pier rests in no-mans-land
salty rains cadence!

they verbatim to
suggest winds are destructive
Storms-eye peaceful

chestnuts gathered
baked on a roasting tray
scarlet robins dart

in celebration
let's dance till the banquet
Of opals runs dry…