Autumnal Haikus

Buttercup, golden

Brown and burgundy; the leaves wave

From the trees like hands

In the darkness, the

Orange grins of pumpkins are

Glowing eerily

Parents light bonfires

Sparklers spell names, draw pictures

Cold toes, hot coffee


The Days of Rebirth

The Days of Darkness are behind us

A new sun rises


Winter’s frozen claws

Which have been sunk deeply into this land

Are finally thawing


The land slowly awakens

And remembers her past glory:

Soon the trees will be crowned with snow-white splendour

And the birds will sing the joyous news from the treetops


The Days of Darkness are behind us

Now come the Days of Rebirth.

Image credit: Catherine Buca