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Fall’s Masterpiece

HAIKU

Fall’s great masterpiece

wiped from nature’s huge canvas

winter’s quick cold hand

3/16/90 Phyllis VanVleck

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SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF NATURE

The sights and sounds of nature
are sweet this time of year.
Scarlet, gold, and saffron tones
announce a change in seasons.
Winging geese form chevron patterns
in a blue enamel sky,
honking their goodby song,
until spring bursts forth next year.
Crickets find their way inside
and settle near my hearth.
They’ll pester us with strident songs
when winter snow is high.
The pungent smell of burning leaves
lends credence to the scene,
as curls of blue smoke fill the air,
and scent the autumn months.
Sluggish bees cling where they can,
cleaning their tired wings.
No longer prone to use their sting,
they’ll exist on succulent
amber drops of hive-honey.
Daddy-longlegs cluster-up
in tangles, for warmth.
Abundant in crevices of doors
and windows, they look like discarded
wads of black sewing threads.
Slow-motion is the essence
of this time of languor,
once again cloaking the land
in colorful autumn robes.
God’s glorious gift of nature.

6/6/95 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

6’th … Indiana NPD 1995

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A fall Cinquain

FALLING FRAGRANCE

Released,
petals flutter
from the peach tree blossoms,
forming a fragrant pink blanket
below.

2/29/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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Indian Summer

CHANGING SEASONS

When summer waltzes into fall,
she does it rather slow,
reluctant to let go.
I’ve often seen her stop and stall,
giving joyous warm days . . .
Indian Summer haze,
as autumn spreads her gorgeous shawl.

9/9/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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THE ODIOUS DUNK

The Redneck was true to his role,
And whiskey was claiming his soul.
He staggered outside,
To the outhouse he hied,
And sadly fell into the hole.

His rescuers chided the drunk
Concerning his odious dunk,
So he yelled out, good news —
He was giving up booze,
Because after he sunk, he stunk.

9/8/94 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Falls color

THE LAST DANCE

 

Fall leaves, ablaze with color,

release their sad desperate hold

and pirouette to the ground.

Now joining their brothers

on a wind-swept lawn, they cavort

in a brisk dance of death; breezes

singing their funeral dirge.

 

8/28/90    Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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The Dance of Fall

              THE LAST DANCE

 

This, too,

      bespeaks an end …

            leaves flutter to the ground

                  and caught by a breeze, do their dance

                        of death.

 

 

8/2/89                               Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

 

2’nd … Arkansas NPD – 2000

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