The cricket’s swan song
Farewell with seasons change
Returning in spring
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: fall
The Cool Morning Air (Tanka)
The cool morning air
Dew clinging to window panes
How quickly things changed
Now that fall is upon us
First snow can’t be far behind
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Though Fall Has Returned Home
Though fall has returned home
The hot summer sun still beats upon my furled brow.
The desert does not take kindly to the change of seasons;
Preferring to redden and blister the flesh ‘til left no recourse,
This has always been her way.
Her bleak landscape sparsely dotted with cacti and scrub brush,
Inhabited by venomous creatures big and small.
Her song is that of the coyote howling for her lost love,
His bones bleached white by the fire, laid waste amongst the sands.
Still even Hell must succumb to God’s will
Though not without fighting ‘til its dying breath,
Taking holiday until it is invited back in three seasons time.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shimmering Pavement (Haiku)
Shimmering pavement
Heats joyous dance on black stage
Fall is in the wings
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Chill (Tanka)
Chill…Rustle of trees
Winter is fast approaching
Usher in the dead season
Like the cycle of our lives
One dies another is born
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Desert Heats Collapse (Tanka)
Desert heats collapse
Banished back to whence it came
The abyss of Hell
Welcome the chill of Heaven
With falls gracious arrival
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Second Hand Ticks (Tanka)
The second hand ticks
Counting down life in fractions
Like a clock’s movement
A nation oblivious
Never sees its unwinding
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Does the Summer Cry (Tanka)
Does the Summer cry
Mourning for it’s own demise
As its spirit falls
Buried under Autumn’s reign
It awaits solstice rebirth
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cool Air (Haiku)
Cool air on warm skin
The visceral mood of fall
Summer has been slain
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With The Coming Of Summer
With the coming of summer
The years midlife begins in earnest.
Infancy is replaced by the maturity of time,
The dead forgotten to the wake of new life,
No more is there the barrenness of winter.
Cold, gray nakedness gives way to colors multitude,
Death’s pungent odor yields to the fragrance of flora,
Rebirth is complete…for a time.
Youthful fauna take comfort in nature’s bounty
Feeding in gluttonous fervor,
Instinctively knowing it is but momentary,
With the scarcity of later year fast approaching.
What a wondrous gift is nature;
Our lives mimicking her cyclic clock,
Stages of life revealed since time began.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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