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Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts

Sunday, February 8, 2015

FALL HAIKU

Again school begins.
I do not think I'm ready
for vacation's end.

For the cool weather,
apple cider and donuts--
my favorite treat.

The poplar leaves spin
yellow snowflakes in the wind--
leaves shaped like mittens.

My dad rakes the leaves
I help him make a big pile.
Then we run and jump.

Halloween costume
I will wear for trick-or-treat--
Cat, Princess, Rock Star.

Running very fast
I let out string while I fly
my kite in the air.

   Happy Sunday.  I hope you have a great day. 

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Unchain the Wind

Wind blows in a whirl
making branches dip
making leaves flutter 
and twirl.

Blowing leaves skyward
before they dance down
like snowflakes twirling
toward the ground.

With leaves crunching
under my feet,
autumn is the season
I love to greet.

    It is definitely starting to feel like fall.  This morning I put a sweater on for my walk.  All day I've been watching the wind blow and the branches on my citrus trees bob up and down.  What is autumn like in your part of the world?  Can you write your own autumn poem today?  Have fun writing.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

haiku

Eating corn candy
orange and yellow leaves fall
sweetness of autumn


  I'm still doing haiku.  I'm not sure if I should switch the first and third lines on this one, what do you think? Does this one work?   Now it's your turn, today can you write a poem about the candy you're hoping to get for Halloween?  Have fun writing. 

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Autumn Mist

Cold 
wet,
is it
fall
yet?
 You bet.

Would you
believe
I can see
my own
breath?

     Watching a football game on TV last night, I saw the players panting and I could see the fog each breath made.  As a child, I remember walking to school and playing with this mist trying to blow smoke rings or just making interesting streams.  In my bedroom I'd blow that mist on my window so I could use it to draw pictures or write words. 
      What hints or clues can you find that let's you know that it will soon be winter?  Can you write a poem about that?  Enjoy your misty words.