November Trees

Image Poetry - Shahai

Hardy oaks - we cling to the leafy path. (a.i.image • poem by Melg)

Each maple leaf/glowing at the edge/ November sunset. by Melg

Hello, dear readers and friends ~ I hope this newsletter finds you well, and that you enjoy a full measure of peace this Thanksgiving.

fall russet and rustle — the memory of family feasts

I enjoyed putting together this set of image poems. The ancient Japanese art and haiku verse, the form is haiga. In contemporary or Western style with verse and digital photo art, it is shahai. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Choice is the chill/in the air/ redolence of cedar. (Melg poem. Unplash image.)

I travel home - even trees call the bluejays. (by Melg)

I must have wandered / I must have disappeared/into myself. (Unsplash image, enhanced)

The twist and tumble rhythm of the the roadside.

My journey is over — now, a bright fire to warm me.

autumn began/when you held me/mother, I lost you before the first leaves were down. (tanka by Mel)

Autumn, your golds hide my blues.

entering a moment/how the light filters in memory