Leaf litter – #TankaTuesday

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Scent of falling leaves
Not quite floral, not quite musk,
Signals change to come

Ah, fall – I dread it because it means winter, my least favorite season, is coming. There’s a reason I live below the Mason Dixon line, and part of it is that I don’t like cold.

This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #198, poet’s choice.

November #Haiku #TankaTuesday

winter squirrel

Meadow mist freezes;
Fur-bearers curl in slumber,
Insects chirp their last.


This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #152, poet’s choice of words. It’s finally getting to be fall/sprinklings of winter here in North Carolina, and I was moved to write a haiku about it.


I zip my jacket
Walk a while through fall oaks
My breath comes out frost
Ghosts hang out this time of year
I run back to the trailer

photo of dried leaves lying on the ground


I wrote this for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday – ‘Haunt’ and ‘Spell.’  I instantly thought of the phrase ‘sit a spell,’ and found out through the thesaurus that ‘haunt’ can also mean a place of rest.  I had hoped to maintain the idea of ‘haunt’ through the presence of ghosts, but I wanted my spirits to be peaceful and enjoying their time out in the fall.  The character is supposed to be me when I was young – I would often get lost in the large wood behind my house. 

Woolly Worm – Haiku


brown stripes on black shades

woolly worm writhes across log

predicting future


When I was growing up, we’d escape the teachers and run out into the cornfields.  We’d find woolly worms and race them – the winner would, supposedly, determine how difficult the upcoming winner would be.  In fact, North Carolina has the Woolly Worm Festival – a weird little event where even more woolly worms are raced.   I used Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday with “Creepy and Color” to celebrate this animal in the larval stage.  I may have change ‘creepy’ to ‘creep,’ but I liked the poem I came up with anyway.  

I couldn’t find a free image, so I will cite the Woolly Worm Festival’s 2015 winner.  The more black rings, the worse winter will be; the more red-brown rings, the easier winter will go.