Autumn memories

Autumn leaves scatter on the sidewalk a block from home

Back from a first day of school inhaling musty maple

Cool breeze, long sleeves, polished shoes and a flutter of news

Days of firsts dangling fresh books, a new teacher and friends

Etched in memory, each September of slanting light

Fuel for a spirit treading toward dark December nights.


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Lillian at dVerse challenged us to write an ‘Alphabet Sestet’, a six-line poem using any consecutive series of alphabet letters to commence each line. I went with ABCDEF.

sunken steps

sunken steps of stone,

history rustling in the trees,

nothing but worn footholds left,

when those who remember are gone

the universe sighs final breaths,

ripples of joy and sorrow.


This small poem emerged today from a haiku that I posted on September 18, 2017, almost one year ago:

sunken steps of stone

under ancient canopy

history rustles

The idea to do this came from Amaya at dVerse who, for Tuesday Poetics: On a Loop, invites us to loop back to a past September 11 (or date nearby) to create a new poem from a piece of an old one.

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unspoken judgment

into the ‘fiery wind’ what would I say?

scratched dirt jams my nails to the quicks…

this heaviness of breath, this seeping energy

if I ask…

will you admit your unspoken truth?

or brush it off with a laugh?

next time, I may speak.


This is a quadrille (poem of 44 words) using the dVerse prompt word ‘quick’. Thanks and credit must go to Jane Dougherty whose use of the phrase ‘words in the fiery wind’ in a recent poem, inspired me to write today.

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‘Earth is short’

I reason, Earth is short…’

~ Emily Dickinson


Life feels long but is quite short

We are of air,

of water, molecules,

eternity fore and aft,

knowing little

like butterflies morphed from tiny eggs

into a biosphere we call ‘Earth’

If only it were enough

to sip nectars,

to love

to fly


A quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #63

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summer chorus

Male fall field cricket, by Kevin Judge


In spring the yard comes alive again with the sounds of birds and insects—So much to hear that I cannot see.

By August, grasshoppers and crickets abound. I step outside to a pleasant churring in the morning and at night, I notice a contrapuntal chorus: rolling trills accented by the tweet tweet tweet of field crickets. Sounds waft through my open bedroom window—messages from an overlapping world.

sleek crickets of fall

hiding under a ground tarp

choristers of night


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For dVerse Poets Pub: “The sounds of Koorogi, Cricket dVerse Haibun Monday

P.S. There is much mystery in the sounds I hear. While writing this haibun I learned that there are many kinds of crickets—most are nocturnal but some chirp day and night. I discovered some crickets under my ground tarp covering bags of mulch—I am assuming they are field crickets (the nocturnal ones according to my Garden Bugs of Ontario book).