blood moon
plague me not, you mirages
of a past long dead
I hold fast to the charm
of the present moment
The leaves remain. The barest hint of foliage slowly appears in a smattering of trees. Some blanket the yard as the days continue to shorten. But I fully expect a deluge of green leaves to fall.
All I need is the echo of Dad’s voice, unheard all these years, urging me to rake. All as the next Hunter’s Moon comes.
blue jays
piercing the earth for worms
Autumn afternoon
Why do we challenge nature
and her wilderness?
for Colleen’sย WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 107, โHAUNT & SPELL,โ #SYNONYMSONLY
Kiwinana’sย #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge โ Week 119 โ Nature & Wilderness
and Real Toads’ The Tuesday Platform (imagined by Sanaa Rizvi)
Frank J. Tassone 
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