Chill air and woodsmoke
Drift o'er deepening brown earth:
Breathe October in.
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Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you đź’™
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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Only So An Hour
Frost's rule comes to pass: beauty, gold, drops by briefly; lives and leaves abide. * * * * * AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so much for reading this haiku! It was written primarily as an homage to the great Robert Frost's "Nothing Gold Can Stay," a lovely, melancholy, and seasonally reflective poem (which so happens the first poem I ever memorized!). I was so excited when I realized his own last name could function with double, seasonally appropriate meaning in this little piece. Anyhow, thanks again for stopping by - I hope the shifting seasons treat you well, friend!
By Gabriel Huizenga4 months ago in Poets
Comments (6)
I love the smell of burning wood and leaves. Well-wrought!
Your haiku is deeply visual and aural, Gabriel. Great challenge entry. Good luck!
Lovely haiku. I love the woodsmoke smell. It’s so comforting.
Smell is one of those senses that is hard to bring into poetry but you've done fantastic with it here. I love it!
Like, Michelle, felt totally transported and could smell the scents of October. This was so immersive, Gabriel, my friend! Well done!
I can imagine the smells of October as I read this. Woodsmoke's lovely!