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Autumn ‘Firsts’


Throughout the woodlands
dry cedars snap like matchsticks—
first loss of autumn.
 
Fear gripping his heart,
a wayfarer hurries on—
first clouds of autumn.
 
Autumn’s first full moon—
I catch glimpses of fairies
dancing in the moss.
 
On the garden path
I keep stumbling on pebbles—
autumn’s first thick mist.
 
In the dwindling light,
what is there to sing about?
First rain of autumn…
 
seeming far away
my childhood and its wonders—
autumn’s first cold snap

 
  
Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #234
  
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Intimidated

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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


intimidated
by the towering mountains—
all her childhood fears

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Bullying”

Spring and Other Things

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~~ 1 ~~
 
in a plain black dress
she welcomes spring to the hills—
the soldier’s widow
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
dreaming of springs past
when she walked with her father
through the plum orchard
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
a dazzling array
of fruits in the marketplace—
boy filches a plum
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
First full week of spring—
they speak only of the light
drenching the meadow.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
an open doorway—
throwing away all constraints
to cross the threshold
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
An open window—
this morning the mockingbirds
are making her sad.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
after spring’s first rain
memories of her childhood
sprouting fresh and green
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
blocking out the sobs
of the child who’s lost her coins
at the carnival
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
third full week of spring—
the menace of a sleet storm
freezing lilac buds

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #300
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #57

A Transcendental Whirl

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Each vignette begins with a phrase culled from “Threnody” by the 19th-century Transcendentalist, Ralph Waldo Emerson.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
nest of bending reeds
near the shore a secret place—
great blue herons hide
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
grass and scented weeds
cradling the children’s laughter
autumn afternoons
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
blade of autumn grain
stranger to distressing drought
welcoming the scythe
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the wintry garden
holding carrots prisoner
till spring thaws should come
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
every pulsing sound
every thing that does not shine
pointing out the way
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
The stream runs on, but
one diamond is left behind—
rearguard for the light.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
in books of solace
seeking her long-lost childhood
rhyme by tinkling rhyme
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
see my empty house
the shutters’ crazy angles
all the doors ajar
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
star by star his world
resolving into shadow
as each star blinks out
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
to make this wisdom
demands a seer acquainted
with the ways of stones
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
They cannot bind him,
though their bands be made of steel,
forged by elven hands.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
spirit strikes the hour
martyr chained by faith and doubt
crackles in the flames

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #223
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 183