Paul Writes Poems
the bronze leaves
are tenderly hurtling
to the forest floor
a patchwork quilt of
misfortune and malaise
sewn and laid
by rattling clunking gusts
the ash, beech and birch
succumb
to their own stark beauty
This poem was originally published on my Instagram/Twitter to celebrate National Poetry Day
Thanks for reading.
honeysuckle breeze
taste of summer’s farewell kiss
bronze leaves fall in love
This haiku came to me when out in the garden and catching a faint scent of honeysuckle this afternoon.
I’d love to hear your thoughts, and while your hear why not check my other pieces.
Thanks for reading,
Paul
To celebrate the arrival of meteorological Autumn, here’s a little haiku.
leaves crack underfoot
honey-gold and warm bronze hues
autumn’s first rewards
I’d love to know your thoughts.
