November

Divination of Drama Abstract Metal Wall Art 

November sweeps,

Cleaning,

Shuffling the leaves -

a custodian,

his lisping voice

colliding vowels

in crispy air,

the clouds

bear sorrow, despair,

triggered the mystery

of expulsion

lives and deeds;

tapping in greeting attempt

the knees of

surrounding curbs,

he wrings twigs’ wrists,

turns outward dreams,

inviting to miracle

divination event,

asking: what for  

you wish

to experience

a shining 'aha' moment…
                
                                       *

November swaggers

leaf through the lives

happily.

MMT ~ Whirligig #32

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig #32,  CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI 

Shared with PU, Poetry Pantry

First snow - clod

Pecan Snowball Cookies ~ americanheritagecooking.com

Snowballs

on the baking sheet

bowl

Read more at: CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, on the trail with Basho Encore

Sweet dew

en.wikipedia.org

The bee

on the skin of parturient

sweet dew

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Lighten step

pinterest.com

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Your hair is not brown¹

thoughts of belated Messiah

lighten step

**

by the window

tranquil palms in our eyes

keeping balance

***

we dream

pre vailed underlying yet

quantum leap

1 The line from Paul Celan poem "Your hand"  .

Read more at CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI , where our host/guru  Chevrefeuille   introducing 'leap linkage' haiku technique. Thank you!

Written for PU Mid-Week Motif "Tranquility" 

Altai Mountains

Altai Mountains

*

Steppes by steppes

Climbing to the top of mountains

Vagabond wind.

**

From the peak of Altai

Starring suns of valley

In the grass.

***

Eagle cry

Over the mountains

Spirit heading home.

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Harmony seeds

Source

I follow your steps,

October pensive,

or was it happened

just short three days back…

I still keep catching

those leaves’ accelerated rag

with squeaky branches,

tired limbs,

and palms so trustingly unfolded

to feel the mutter

of the wind…

Its plum-cheeks pout

while blows under tires

and values,

not knowing calmness

wild ghosts/goblins jump

through thin wall vail

between calamity

and fortune,

and salted hours

saved at the fall

glass jar.

The slanted sky

all wrinkled with a flock-

migrating souls/birds,

so difficult embrace

the harmony of broken

summer walk,

and slept through sparrow

mistakenly  will poke 

first snow rice

dissolved in the minutes…

Whirligig #31 by MMT

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig #31

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Mourning

pixabay.om

November greets

with falling leaves and stars…

through vessels/veins

beneath each stone

in search

for maiden name of dusty body,

forgotten words…

unable cope, embrace the loss

the weeping kin,

still hope to hear dear voice…

and autumn bleeding

with blue fires…

Note: Dedicated to the tragedy with Russian plane crashed in Sinai, killing all 224 people on board.