Autumn is Scotland is a time that you feel the desperation of summer, as it tries to hold onto the sunlight and the verdure. Every cool night, every uplift in the breeze tests the birches and beeches, makes their voices querulous, the sounds that will soon become the rattle of winter. The swallows are deserting us, like a bevy of unfaithful lovers, to flirt with the South. Me? I think of searching my cupboards for a hot water bottle. My damn feet are cold.
Cue some haiku and other assorted words. You’ll like these.
MM
editor
the zen space
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Mona Bedi
:
ancestral house
the dust bunnies
welcome me
:
forest walk
in the dappled sunlight
i read his mind
:
in vitro fertilisation
the sole embryo
frozen
:
dad’s poetry
the pages of his old diary
now soiled
:
new lip colour
she sneaks out
with a face mask
:
making a will
i ponder over
my lifeline
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Gayle Walters Rose
:
drying ink
death poem written
gong sounds in the valley
:
old monk’s begging bowl
empty one last time
gentle rain soaks his shoes
:
winter’s crescent moon
surrounded by brilliant stars
north wind spins the earth
:
Tree cricket chirring
Sings out into the moonlight
Stone lantern flickers
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Tohm Bakelas
:
laughing at the odds
stranded in today
time has its limitations
wind the watch and wait
:
epitaph for every poet
death is not the end
in life shadows plague the sun—
words ring forever
:
repressed
labyrinths shift and
awaken buried truths—
i walk dark twisted paths
:
prayer for brokenhearted misanthropes
when you stare into
the sun long enough you
become invincible
:
declaration against idleness
between shadows the
lonely editor writes his
poems through the night
:
i remember
i watch a small child’s balloon
float towards white clouds—
i watch a dream die
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Minal Sarosh
:
holding my breath…
the grasshopper and the leaf
become one
:
autumn
every leaf falls on
the blank page
:
in a quiet place
twinkling eyes of the
Milky Way
:
rain puddle
how the sparrow sips
the ocean
:
first rain
in the little boy’s palms
first dreams
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Patrick Sweeney
:
breeze through the cedars
a little girl swings
her arms
:
the sassafras barrens
of her brother’s
fentanyl passing
:
in an expanding Universe
she took
the stairs
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Brandon Broll
:
WHITE
Pack of wolves in snow
Chasing the mind as I run
In white with green leaf
:
FAN
Cool swirl of the wind
Hits skin as light hits water
And I reflect off
:
DEEP
Woman in the deep
Beckons me to dip my toe
Ripple in water
:
VESPULA
Wasp nest in garden
Built in a lavender bush
Smells of scented sting
:
JEANNIE
Summer on your nose
In the long wait for marriage
Then he came one day
:
CANDLE
Burn of yellow flame
Spills the edge of hot liquid
Your glance is as quick
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