Hopeful, colourful poem for the turning of the year.
bring me canna lilies
red and gold, leaves bold
unfurling palm-like, shading
striped, streaked, splotched
great reedy canes
buds ruffled, spiraling
inflorescent
throats blushed
to bring bees, birds, bats
and if we can’t live on
through frost and dark
we’ll make paper, dye, beads
and music from the seeds
Playing with this prompt from Margo Roby: Wordgathering, also inspired by a gift of canna lily rhizomes from my son’s horticulture class.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Fall Fell Haiku
by atrmws
Fall fell, hurt its knee
From golden leaves made plasters
Fast it is to heal