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    Parker Owens
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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 34. November Days

These five Haiku were written as autumn made its abrupt transition into winter. Any errors or problematic lines are my fault entirely.

Gold and scarlet leaves

float downstream on swift water,

passing to the sea.

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Twelve November geese

fly southward in formation,

honking directions.

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Icy rain and snow

cling to branches and wet bark,

baring the woods’ bones.

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Orange maple leaves

fret and flutter on fresh snow,

searching for the grass.

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Drab grey clouds hang low,

blowing mist through bare forests,

caressing the hills.

My deep thanks go to @AC Benus for his help in improving these. Leave a comment or a thought, if you are so moved. Thank you for reading, as always.
Copyright © 2017 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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Valkyrie
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You nailed the seasonal transition perfectly.  I especially like the leaves drifting out to sea and the geese honking directions.  :)

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Mikiesboy

All are wonderful, Parker!    This one is my fav:

 

Drab grey clouds hang low,

 

blowing mist through bare forests,

 

caressing the hills.

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10 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

All are wonderful, Parker!    This one is my fav:

 

Drab grey clouds hang low,

 

blowing mist through bare forests,

 

caressing the hills.

 

I’m so glad you liked that one. Just watching the clouds on the ridge cried out for a poem...thanks so much for reading these!

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Mikiesboy
Just now, Parker Owens said:

 

I’m so glad you liked that one. Just watching the clouds on the ridge cried out for a poem...thanks so much for reading these!

i am not so great at haiku .. but i was thinking of a poem this morning when the snow was falling so prettily...

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43 minutes ago, Valkyrie said:

You nailed the seasonal transition perfectly.  I especially like the leaves drifting out to sea and the geese honking directions.  :)

 

Are November geese different from October ones? Something tells me they are. I enjoyed writing that one in particular.  Thanks so much for reading these. 

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Just now, Mikiesboy said:

i am not so great at haiku .. but i was thinking of a poem this morning when the snow was falling so prettily...

 

Me, too. But I was driving, and couldn’t write! 

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dughlas

The images these words create are so true to the season. I belive that November geese are hardier souls waiting til the snow flies before they do.

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7 minutes ago, dughlas said:

The images these words create are so true to the season. I belive that November geese are hardier souls waiting til the snow flies before they do.

 

Your words are so kind; they tell me that perhaps we’ve seen the world together, if only for these moments. Thank you. And I think you’re right about November geese. 

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Zenobia

Oh, I LOVE THIS ❤️ Wow, many compliments. The sound, the rhythm, and of course the content perfectly capture the feeling I would like to express when I wander around at this time of the year in nature. Your words leave me a bit melancholic but not in a negative way, it's a certain feeling I've always associated with autumn.

It's all about the details and they are arranged most artfully.

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43 minutes ago, Zenobia said:

Oh, I LOVE THIS ❤️ Wow, many compliments. The sound, the rhythm, and of course the content perfectly capture the feeling I would like to express when I wander around at this time of the year in nature. Your words leave me a bit melancholic but not in a negative way, it's a certain feeling I've always associated with autumn.

It's all about the details and they are arranged most artfully.

 

You just made me blush like a maple leaf. Your words are most kind. These days are kind of melancholy, you’re quite right. They are both parting and preparation, perhaps. Thank you for taking time to read these, and for letting me share a bit of November. 

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Headstall

Wonderful, Parker. I love haiku. This was my favorite... love the alliteration... and "searching for the grass" is so poetically apt. :) 

 

 

Orange maple leaves

 

fret and flutter on fresh snow,

 

searching for the grass.

 

 

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43 minutes ago, Headstall said:

Wonderful, Parker. I love haiku. This was my favorite... love the alliteration... and "searching for the grass" is so poetically apt. :) 

 

 

Orange maple leaves

 

fret and flutter on fresh snow,

 

searching for the grass.

 

 

 

When it snows before all the leaves fall from the trees, they wind up blanketing the snow. It’s an incongruous sight. I couldn’t help noting it in this group. Thank you so much for reading and for your comment. 

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Defiance19

November geese honking directions, and drab gray clouds caressing hills.  

 

I love, love all of these Parker.  Beautiful, melodic, and just so visual.  

 

Thank you.. 

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3 hours ago, Defiance19 said:

November geese honking directions, and drab gray clouds caressing hills.  

 

I love, love all of these Parker.  Beautiful, melodic, and just so visual.  

 

Thank you.. 

Thanks very much for reading these. It makes me smile to know you enjoyed them.

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