These are my haiku in response to Ronovan’s challenge. Very timely as the cranes are passing overhead in their droves at the moment on their way south. Four poems this week—I love cranes.
Fly, crane, bearing gold
sun’s ashes, south wind-scattered,
home calls, winter comes.
Autumn sky washed gold
chases echoes of bird joy
home calls the cranes south.
Wintering cranes pass
beating the north from their wings
bearing autumn gold.
Sunset golden sky
arrowed black with beating wings
grey cranes flying home.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Beautiful thoughts and images, balm for a stressed mind and heart this morning Jane, as your writing always is.
Thanks Ali! The picture is perfect—so calm and restful.
You have achieved beautifully, what I had hoped to myself. But..
Thank you 🙂 I hope you’re still going to post your haiku!
So evocative. I love “gold/sun’s ashes.”
Thank you 🙂
A beautiful image Jane and an incredible quadrant of 4 seasons haiku to be enjoyed individually or taken as a complete series. You have opened up a new creative haiku approach to me.
Thank you Denis! Sometimes a theme just lends itself to being looked at from different angles, and this one was just so vibrant.