Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon
blazing golden hues.
short version
Face eastward
Harvest moon rises
radiating aureate hues
seasonal leaves
grounding roots, true friends-
the rings inside
Wind rustles the leaves
Trees shimmer, yawning deeply
Anticipation
Autumn equinox,
the balance of light and dark,
time juncture converts.
Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon,
blazing golden hues.
side dish
cinnamon apples
sweet fall treat
Scarecrows come to town
New straw hat and overalls
Storefront greeters.
#HaikuSaturday #haiku
harvest in
new updo
festival time
warm days, cool breeze
candy apples, hayrides
fall fun
cool breeze comes
summer seeds fall
waiting to be reborn
Summer's heat softens
with autumn golden hues,
coming stillness.
#HaikuSaturday #haiku
Autumn’s hues
cast a spell of
tranquility
tickled pink
sun's in-sync
rising star
Inner autumn calls,
embracing a
seasonal change.
The wind howls
for rest,
as light narrows.
Counterfeit death nears
God’s grace is
revealed.
With the last harvest
winter comes,
the weary soul find rest.
@Blue_Owl #HaikuSaturday Grace
Winter grants Fall's wish
for an encore flower dance,
frost procrastinates.
Summer's warmth lingers.
Harvest-in, farmer's delight-
Sweet whispers of thanks.
Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully
Posted Haiku Foundation for Early Harvest Aug 2022
Indian Summer
Harvest-in, farmer's delight-
Sweet whispers of thanks.
The Last Harvest
By RL Brown
Wind rustles the leaves
Trees shimmer yawning deeply
Anticipation
Autumn equinox,
the balance of light and dark,
time juncture converts.
Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon
blazing aureate hues.
(short version)
Face eastward
Harvest moon rises
radiating aureate hues
Extravagant colors!
A migratory birds last song.
Light wanes for evening.
Nature's splendor yields
a harvest of abundance,
Thankfulness expressed.
Inner autumn calls,
time to embrace season’s change.
The wind howls for rest.
Light narrows yet shines.
Truth displayed for all to see,
God’s bountiful grace.
Counterfeit death nears.
The last harvest, winter comes.
Weary souls find rest.
frozen heart
a kind touch
melting point
When your soul has lost the fear of God’s design, you travel the road of fools. When your soul’s meaningful purpose is lost, you search for your significance. When you separate your soul from your heart, you fall into depths of despair. When your soul is empty, you fill it with things. When your soul yearns for love, you sacrifice your character. But... When your soul listens for God's whisper, you discern the words of the fool. When your soul is filled with meaning, you find your purpose. When your soul is linked to Jesus, you are filled with understanding. When your soul is full, you pour out God’s wondrous love. When your soul is loved, you stand your ground. Truth- Jesus is the solid rock, immovable and perfect. God’s design is for you to know HIM.
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