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We ate the windfall
Jillie Bulson and me
Wandering the orchard
From tree to tree
Apples and pears
Plums and cherries
Then the kitchen garden
To top up on berries.
Constitutions like iron
We gorged our fill
And never ever once
Were we ever ill.
The Orchard still stands,
Jillie sadly recently gone.
Our childhood friendship
In memory lingers on,
Still eating the windfall,
Jillie Bulson and me,
Wandering the orchard
From tree to tree.
a fierce wind echoes
one lonely leaf hangs on tight
a naked tree stands
Sally Needs A Little Windfall From COVID
Sally yearns for her stimulus check
In part to bring sails to her shipwreck
She could use a timely breeze
To soothe her from the deep freeze
Money's ace but her men mend her deck
2/21/23
Put Your Best (ONE) Limerick Forward (be like Rico Leffanta) Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Andrea Dietrich
Came November, it was time to visit USA,
where my daughter and her family stay,
to be with them to celebrate the special day
when autumn’s footfall came softly all the way.
When gentle wind whistled through the trees,
colors burst to flames through their canopy,
amber leaves whispered in rustle of rhyme,
reminding us it was the Thanksgiving time.
Moonbeam drenched the silk sky in a flush,
sprayed silver dust through the window glass.
The panes lined with candles displayed dazzling art,
lighting the sparks of joy in our heart.
Room filled with the smell of roasted turkey,
mixed with flavor of sizzling potato and apple pie,
crystal glasses full to the brim with Bordeaux wine,
allured us to be together in the special night to dine.
As I see in the twilight hour the day’s glitter wane,
I travel to that night down the memory lane,
feel grateful for the treat as God’s blessing windfall,
and thank Him for it was He who I know gave it all.
November 3, 2019
Contest : Thanksgiving Memory
Sponsor : Regina Riddle
treasures of childhood
pride of the horse chestnut tree~
ready to conquer
20 August 2019
‘Conkers’, the shiny brown seeds of the horse chestnut tree are collected and used in a traditional British children’s game whereby the conkers are threaded onto a string and each child takes turns to strike until one breaks!
‘Tree themed haiku poetry contest’ sponsored by Tania Kitchin
(Syllable count checked 1 -by ear 2- PS syllable counter)
“Autumn is a second Spring
when every leaf is a flower”
Albert Camus
French philosopher, author and journalist
WINDFALL
the wind-bell, the windflower
the sturdy gong
brisk breeze of anemones
the screen whips open
frangible leaves whisk about
autumnal bout on the deck
hollow limbs crack
oaken surrender
to pruning effect
the scent of cinnamon
mixed with aphrodisiacal pulp
in the amber-lit kitchen
lilliputians of school age
excitement of tiny twisters
scuff up mom’s playground
fatherwind tossles her hair
purple mood ring
spurs smiles to each child
8/8/2019
Faith flavours forth
Nice nurtures north
Gain glimpses good
Move mindful mood
Work windfall well
Time truly tells
Wake wonder writes
Cast clever cites
Love laughing lays
See success stay
Etch easy ease
Prize profound peace
Live lavish list
Good gathers gist
Word wealthy wish
Daze dazzling dish
Bright blossoms best
Feel feisty fest
Leon Enriquez
04 November 2018
Singapore
I close mine eyes
The rush of wings
As darkness envelops
The numbers a torrent
A brush against my face
An urgent whisper..
Its time now
I open my eyes
My soul is in knots
My calm deameanor lost
greenbacks on oak trees
Springtime windfall of God’s love
— pocketful of leaves
4/25/2018
Words weave warm worth where wonder wills,
Indulge dear heart the poise of mind;
Note nimble norm with poignant fill,
Draft dreamy start as joy styles find;
Face fancy thrills where touch funds treat,
Apt ample arc as affluence aids;
Live lavish will in moments sweet,
Love lights pure spark with plenty paid.
Work wonders well to taste true times,
Order fills stay with happy sketch;
Now let touch tell the cause of chimes,
Dance dreamy day and embrace etch;
Enjoy the ride as passion blooms,
Rouse up sure pride as love floods room.
Leon Enriquez
09 May 2017
Singapore
Give me a void
filled with the absence
of human voices.
Let there be a windfall of birds
and the chime of water
for sound.
Insert the idle sway
of branches for movement,
tart apples for taste.
Let my eyes drink colors,
sate me with their flavors.
I will sleep in a womb of silence,
warm as sunlight,
and dream
I am a wanderer
of concrete gardens
where the rasp
of brakes and shriek of horns
tell me the seasons;
where people rant like crows
in the long hours of daylight.
I will sigh
like a gentle Santa Ana wind
and know come morning
the nightmare will be over.
Wear wisdom well as treasure fond,
Indulge your heart that finesse grand;
Note how you dwell as treasure spawns,
Dream echoes art fond start my friend;
Feel how you feel with sparkling sums,
Align here now as grandeur steers;
Live with fond thrill your great outcomes,
Love knows just how fine splendour cheers.
Wise words work way beyond mere sounds,
Oblige grand dream with ample scope;
Niche happy play as clear thoughts ground,
Dazzle greets scheme with loving hope;
Etch proof that styles the way of zest,
Reap a grand pile that flavours quest.
Leon Enriquez
18 July 2016
Singapore
W inter's almost here now the apples are falling down
I n homage have the Winesap's dropped to hoary ground.
N ature nurtures honeybees with each fallen peach.
D eacons rise up home bound spirits with each sermons preached.
F rost has come and nipped the nose, given a rosy cheek
a mong the children in the rye fields, playing hide and seek.
L aughter often lingers with the pumpkins in the fields
L overs toss in high hay mounds, with thoughts of springtime yields.
Date 9/5/12
The maple tree leaf
Sheens of white upon them lay....
Crystalline manna
Grass lying beneath
Sticky to tennis shoe sole....
small sounds as I walk
The diligent bee
gathering, gathering, fast....
Quiets at twilight.
INTERJECTION:
Some would not return to the hive.
Too heavy to fly,
to far to crawl.
I’m sure they will die...
Inspired by a hive of hornets, deluging
a huge maple tree in my back yard,
which is weeping sap from the leaves.
Feb 2011 Charles Henderson
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