Trees light: fleeting blaze
Fiery jewels bloom, drop, settle.
Shh. Now comes the snow.
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Judey Kalchik
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Comments (4)
I love the quiet of the final line. This poem perfectly captured that contrast between the flashiness of fall and the silence of winter.
I knew of a tree just like the one in the image. It captured the true essence of the season even when the first frost and snowflakes fell. A perfect poem and thanks for the memory.
I love the fiery imagery of this haiku contrasted with the final line of “Shh. Now comes the snow.” It makes the poem feel so alive and then gently puts it to sleep, like the cycling of the seasons.
I love this! So much imagery and movement. You even have a kireji (cut word) “snow” which adds such a delightful emotion and contrasting images as well as changing the entire direction of the haiku. Expert work, Judey!