Wane

Wane

All the year's flowers came before

Blooming at their time of choice the

Winter looms, soon the blanket white

Last of all, the chrysanthemum

Autumnal herald of warm hues the

Last bouquets for the scissors

Sweet garden, I hope the freezes hesitate

The Indian summer lingers a

While, holding the fragrant moment

©️Sylphide poem 2020

(This poem is a first attempt at a golden shovel form of the Yosa Buson haiku making up the last words of the lines)

Aubergine

Aubergine

Rock-a-bye

My treasure heart

Encircled in my ribs

Glow in harmony

One in love

Eternity

Always in reach

Our vibration strings

Always connected

Never alone

Time and space powerless

To prevent it

Walls illusory

Distance meaningless

©️Sylphide poem/image 2020

Begin Blazing

The east aglow with the newest fire

Breathing in the flames I find ignition

Illuminate the paths for cognition

All nights fears set upon final pyres

Their funeral dirges played on lyres

Now begins today a coalition

Of my bright soul and these apparitions

To rise as the sun higher and higher

Every dawn a symphony swelling

The clouds dance slowly, stately with fine grace

A matching light, inside me a welling

Heart pounding, I ready for the great race

To find the darkest evils for felling

A hero's tale, bitter and sweet of taste

©️Sylphide poem 2020, image 2017

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Summer's Taste

last of the fresh herbs

summer flavor before frost

tasting of the now

©️Sylphide poem/image 2020

Protea

Internet photo

Tones

soft topography

sunlight falls among petals

provoking full bloom

©️Sylphide poem/image 2020

13%er

Can't say I thought the debate went real well

Civil discourse is deader'n hell

Joe was sleepy, Donnie a jerk

Seems we should have some choices that work

It'll have to be done again, I can tell

©️Sylphide poem 2020