For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge.
sunflower heads hang
beneath the weight of seeds
we look away
when beauty withers—its gold
faded even by moonlight
Tanka for harvest moon
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For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge.
sunflower heads hang
beneath the weight of seeds
we look away
when beauty withers—its gold
faded even by moonlight
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Beautifully bittersweet, Jane.
Thank you 🙂
Ahh yes!! Autumn brings beauty in gold 😍
…and then it takes it away 😦
Yes !!
Beautifully evoked
Thank you!
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We do…and yet decay has its own beauty. (K)
It does, and it’s always full of life. Tiny, but busy.
I love sunflowers, but I am always touched when they die even though it’s just part of the cycle for them and rebirth 💜
There’s always a field or two full of them here and I see them as a crop, spectacular to begin with (not like sugar beet!) but they go the way of all crops in the end.
Yes they way we all go 💜
The safest sight I’ve ever seen a host of sunflower gone from gold the blackened green 💜
I’m reading ‘saddest’ instead of ‘safest’ 🙂
Yes your correct, not with yet and the predicted text on phone is taking liberties! 💜
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They do indeed 💜
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Beautiful reflection on the changing of the seasons, Jane.
Thanks, Eugenia 🙂
My pleasure, Jane! 😉
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#Haiku Happenings #1 (10/3/2020): Jane Dougherty’s latest #tanka for my current #Haikai Challenge!
Thank you, Frank 🙂
Except for a brief blast of color from the tree leaves, autumn’s colors are subdued, aren’t they? You capture that well.
Thanks Ken. They’re rich, but with that hot brilliance of summer toned down.
Bittersweet, but thank you for remembering me on the harvest moon. Last time i had heard about was a decade in the past. Michael
We didn’t see much of it though, too much rain.
When the sheen of the leaves is gone by moonlight, the wistfulness of another summer gone comes. Beautiful tanka.
Thanks Lisa 🙂