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
 
 
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