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LATE OCTOBER HAIKU

LATE AUTUMN HAIKU

they’re almost gone now
how brown, bare the branches look
some toys in the leaves

when rain turns to snow
how sad those two last roses
brave faces with tears

apples      bruised apples
scattered on the frosted green
and this twiggy frown

music in the wind
late october’s final song
dancing red and gold

talk of winter now
old dog by a crackling fire
shutters rattle      pings!

photo of dear dad
he loved that fulsome willow
fallen leaves      marker

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2014

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BIRTH

BIRTH

Once upon a moonlit night
There came a ray of magic light

That shone upon an orphan home
Where two small pumpkins left alone

To thirst and starve to fret and cry
Would spoil at last and surely die

But struck at last by magic’s beam
There came a most fantastic scheme

When a dad and son with paring knife
Cut mouth and eyes to give them life

Their eyes were dark with lifeless stare
Their mouths with fangs beyond compare

Blind and sad the pair     and so
Old dad invented candle glow

No longer were they sad    forlorn
Jack o lantern fright was born

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2016

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HALLOWEEN FUN

HALLOWEEN FUN

Carving the pumpkin, oh such fun
How they danced when dad was done

Twisted mouth with large, black eyes
To scare the kids, then pumpkin pies

Hear those darlings on the street
Tiny fingers, tiny feet

Soon they’ll ring the bell and shout
“Trick or treat.      Hand outs!”

But see old moon, he’s hanging high
A big gold searchlight in the sky

Just peeping o’er, the sun has set
With rosy, glorious hue, and yet,

A solar quake now rumbles forth
Spewing flame toward the earth

Those fiery rays have stirred the dead
The night is bright, the moon is red

Check the time – it’s nine o five
Jack O Lanterns come alive

Oh, how they cry, each frightened child
Belegged pumpkins running wild

I’ll tell you how kids went to bed
Twas in the ground without a head

Those empty gourds were hearty fed
The night was cursed, the moon was red

Moo haha!    haha!   haha!   hah OH
Haha!     haha!     haha!    HAH!

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2014

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SUMMER'S END

      SUMMER’S END *

Down her meadow’s sweetness
By name of Summer’s End
This smallish thatch work cottage
With it’s proper artful sign
Hung at eaves with slightest tilt
By portal in decline

Should some young and searching pair
Choose certain bend of woods
And come upon the scene by chance
Imagine now their fond surprise
That first adoring glance

She’s not so much sad longing
As a fixed point of warmth
Her leaves but yellowed barely
Far distant hills all purplish glaze
It’s Summer’s End for keeping
Till a good life’s end of days

Dave Austin

* Correction - thatch work cottage. Thanks to Keith Logan for the correction

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2016

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LAST THOUGHT - haiku

when my time comes round
let my last thought be loving
with soft light abound

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2009

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APPLES - MULTIPLE HAIKU

It bounced off the truck
And then rolled down the highway
Apple turnover

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How 'bout them apples
When Jonathan McIntosh
Won the spelling bee

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Apple of my eye
Jenny had the sweetest smile
For another guy

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Right down to the core
When that apple crossed the plate
An infield dribble

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Just one little hole
In that shiny    red apple
Just one little worm










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Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2008

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still life with fruit

STILL LIFE WITH FRUIT

In spite of the orchard
A far white moon dominates
Its sick room presence lifts the eye

Still life with fruit –
Crescent dish with bananas, apples, pears -
A wrinkled bed spread falls off the sky

In all an angular canvas, 
A drowsy cubist squint,
Imposed shapes, lines – Picasso pie

This pointed, silver vase pokes through
Its ample gift of flowers,
Destroys the view – Oh, my!

I’ve come to, limp right arm yet hangs over,
Attendant tells, “Breakfast time. You hungry?
Let’s sit up. There! Good guy.”

Dave Austin






Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2014

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PUMPKIN MAN

PUMPKIN MAN

Pumpkin Man
Is running wild
I hear he ate a neighbor’s child

With hollow eyes 
And jagged teeth
Escaping the oven what he seeks

Meant for pie by wify wife
When she lifted his lid
He came to life

His thousand seeds lay in a bowl
Thus emptied out
He has no soul

Listen kids – that solemn drumming
Better split
Pumpkin Man is coming

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015

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AUTUMNAL WHIMSY

AUTUMNAL WHIMSY

a late blooming few
rose leaves with mottled silver
autumnal whimsy

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2010

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NATURE TALK

NATURE TALK

Drawing to a close
She was not what she seemed
Not the herald    the harbinger

In these final days
She yet retains
All warmth    all beauty
With a slight shivering smile

Her rustling crowds
Yet speak of warm rain    soft breezes
And sparkle in the sun
Alike dusted diamonds

I’ll not sing a sad song of September
She will not harken     or cry
She is summer’s wandering child
With yet more fields to nourish and explore

Here I’ll stay in meditation
With these minutes all bathed in yesterday
Then when quite refreshed
Continue on my way
Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015

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