Poetry challenge #4: Seasons

The challenge this week is a broad one. You can write a sept, haiku, or tanka, and I want you to include the name of a season. Any season—all four if you’d like to write a sequence. Try to keep to the traditional forms i.e.
Sept: seven lines of 1-2-3-4-3-2-1 syllables
Haiku: three lines of 5-7-5 syllables
Tanka: five lines of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables.
Don’t worry about the hinge word thingy for the haiku—I don’t understand it either.
Not too difficult? I won’t include a picture this week because the theme is too broad, but feel free to add your own illustrations.

Here are my poems, a haiku, tanka, and a sept.

Autumn wind snatches
flame leaves stripped falling drifting
bonfire of dead souls.

Howling winter wind
wolves at the door famine-brave
moonlight on hoar frost
on claws scratching, splintering
wooden defences ceding.

green shooting
dark earth piercing
snow melting


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

43 thoughts on “Poetry challenge #4: Seasons”

  1. Now that I’ve finally completed my offerings, I have time to realise that I forgot to sention that I enjoyed your own offerings. p.s. I should be very grateful if you could remove my first stab at “SEASONING – THE SPICE OF LIFE” leaving just the updated version. Thank you. 🙂

  2. For what they are worth, 2 septs, a haiku (first ever) and a tanka (another first)…

    Autumn Sept

    fall, red
    as blood, gold
    sun-drops from stiff
    barren twigs,

    Winter Haiku

    Soft snow stifles sound
    ice sparkles, crackles under
    foot. Dark winter rules.

    Spring Tanka

    Ewes milk flows, lambs bleat,
    her foot-steps green jaded land.
    The Fiery One brings
    tender warmth. Earth responds with
    joy, season’s cycle renewed.

    Summer Sept

    Blue sky
    Sand and sea
    Endless sunshine
    on bare skin

  3. Another fine challenge, Jane, as well as your examples.
    I decided to use all three formats in one poem. (Ken)

    Vibrant in Passing

    autumn’s fashion show
    displayed across Ozark bluffs
    umber lacing green

    once green
    framed in blue
    slowly falling
    from the sky

    vibrant in passing
    leaves dancing, grasping the air
    the days of autumn
    prelude to winter’s slumber
    conjured by a simple frost


  4. Hello Jane. I just read your poems for a second time and they are beautiful.
    Sometimes I think I’ve absorbed a poem and then I read it again and realize ‘not fully’. I guess that’s one reason why some poems are read over and over. I pinged a link to my two submissions. I’ll check back later. 🙂

    1. Thanks Janice 🙂 Some combinations of words have the same effect as notes of music—they just strike a chord whoever we are. Finding the combination is sometimes a matter of luck, seems to me.

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