Tag Archives: Autumn leaves

autumn colours (troiku)

(c) Clr ’13

amber leaves
on my balcony
colour my world

amber leaves
on a muddy path
turn to mulch

on my balcony
last butterfly
says goodbye

colour my world
one leaf pressed
in my journal


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winterizing (troiku)

© Cheryl-Lynn R. '15
© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’15


trees shedding tippets
crackling spread underfoot
adorn the ground

trees shedding tippets
turning in
season’s long sleep

crackling spread underfoot
awaits winter’s white blanket
foliaged berth

adorn the ground
making way for winter,
different shades of brown

© Tournesol ’15

Haiku Horizons prompt “ground”

Mocking trees (haibun + haiga)

Sitting in her living room she gazes out the window at the leaves.  This was a bush planted a few years ago that kept climbing to the heavens.  Her landlady asked her last fall, if she wished to have it trimmed to get a clearer glimpse through her window.  “Oh, no!! please let it reach the roof and beyond if possible.  I love the privacy it offers me so I can keep my drapes drawn and have my cloistered view of life outside my little world.”

Her landlady understood being a woman and living alone on the main floor, a busy street, she might benefit with this sweet discretion nature could provide.

The leaves were giggling and dancing like teenagers at a sleepover. Most of the grownups were fast asleep waiting for the next season but not this rebellious bush. She loved to see the life still withstanding the wind and the rain.

November 6 2015 Hanging on to dear life, leaves flutter fly freely

free flutter fly
giggling at the wind
children make believe

This morning, the rains and wind had stripped many trees out front.  Her favourite tree in front of her patio window, next to her desk where she spent hours wandering in the forest of her mind, was no longer waving with those yellow leaves of last week.  Now the branches, skinny and some thick and strong, crooked and curved were waving to her, inviting her to this new part of the season.

“Look at me sway back and forth!! I am still alive just wearing a new suit.  I am mature and wise and will be here with you to lean on even in the dead of winter. So don’t cry over spilt leaves.  Tomorrow will bring back strong, fragrant and green robes.  You will see. Until then, just lean on me, my trunk can weather almost anything and certainly can hold you for the rest of this season and winter too.”

(c) Clr '15
(c) Clr ’15

how valiant am I!
timberland’s warden – always,
lean on me

She smiled at this lovely invitation.  It felt like a love letter from a strong, steady lover who may not show his colours but is always there if and when she needs to lean on him.  Chuckling to herself aloud, her cat twitches an ear and lazily lifts her head one short moment and returns to her feline haven.

Now did she imagine all of this or did she actually hear the tree speak to her?  She slips back into her private woodland hearing sylvan whisper des mots d’amour.

November 6 2015 golden hues hand show off their beauty

each leaf shows off
clinging for dear life
mocking at the tree

© Tournesol ’15

CDHK Messenger of  gods Wind

late night walk (Shasei- troiku)

Tonight I walked home from work after eleven and just soaked up what I saw and stopped a few moments to take photos to capture those moments. I got to the Métro and wrote this troiku immediately before losing that feeling I had just a few moments ago.  Of course these are ” Shasei” rather than haiku developped into a troiku.

© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’15

Walking home
slippery streets mock
autumn leaves
walking home
beauty swells in the light
silent night
slippery streets mock
I walk gingerly
catch a twilight view
autumn leaves mock
cold and wet – yet,
colour my world

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #16 (Shiki’s) Shasei

“Though this technique is often given Shiki’s term Shasei (sketch from life) or Shajitsu (reality), it has been in use since the beginning of poetry in the Orient. The poetic principle is “to depict the thing just as it is“…He favored the quiet simplicity of just stating what he saw without anything else happening in the haiku. He found the greatest beauty in the common sight, simply reported exactly as it was seen, and ninety-nine percent of his haiku written in his style. Many people still feel he was right.”


Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves
that flock the trees
parks are mixed
with season’s pics.

Oh dear I’ll soon be late
but this just, cannot wait
Click click,  the yellow leaves
Change is here, I do believe.
I look above, the firmament hue
which forms a splindid backdrop
provides an artist his canvas – blue
Mother nature smiles at her milieu.

Autumn leaves
that flock the trees
parks are mixed
with season`s pics.


© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts,  originally written September 26, 2013

Photo credits: Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2013