Scent of autumn

This haiku sequence was inspired by twitter prompts that came round full circle.

Photo ©Roger Kidd

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Rain falls steely cold,

rose petals tumble, mud-stained,

crushed scent of autumn.

 

Black wind, death-bringer,

Ice-fingered with snow-flecked eyes,

bare-boughed winter stalks.

 

Not forget the sun

when enfolding darkness falls,

beyond night, dawn breaks.

 

My glass overflows,

wine-dark winter torrents pour,

no more tears to weep.

 

Tick-tock the clock,

creeping into tomorrow,

past echoes dragging.

 

Clockwork oracle,

Tomorrow will come, she says,

beating with times past.

 

Truth comes with the dark,

lapping through sweet candied walls,

listen to the pulse.

 

A handful of dreams,

tossed like dead summer flowers,

seeds for the future.

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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.

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