I am the first leaf,
to fall; brown, flaked, and broken,
Bury me sweetly.
A/N: Here comes Autumn in the UK!! I'd love to hear what you think of the season! And as always: what did this haiku mean to you?
-TWW
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March 5 2026 Forgiveness is a man I met last night. The moon was stuck behind a building and I couldn’t climb anywhere near it. He told me my efforts were hollow— God bless your mind but it’s got no use here. Craters dug into my palms by his crescent nails left me with brandings— belonging to a foe is more than belonging to none at all. More implication, more value, more sense of thing; so I ask Forgiveness a series of questions and he does not answer. What am I meant to do? When the moon watches me and I cannot return the same. My nails have been gone since the second my teeth grew tall, so I am left taking and never giving. I am left in darkness with no moon and no place to be, no thing to which I belong, a foe’s mark and rigid divots in enamel. If every part of this body is branded, where will my soul continue? Where does it stop now that I am fluid in daytime wires? Lampposts line every street forever and he knows I’m weighing them down. The power’s been out this whole time. Can I ask you one last question? Who decides my fate now that I’m dead?
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A beautiful autumn haiku… it’s Spring here, at the moment. Fall isn’t very dramatic in Oz.🥹
Beautiful nature poetry💗
What a beautiful, expressive senryu and a a great answer to the prompt!
The first leaf should be happy, but kind of like the first child, it bears a huge burden of responsibility. This captures that. Sadly wonderful.
The leaves, the leaves. My yard will soon be covered. Loved this
Ah!! So excited about fall!! But also, love the metaphorical feel of this one TWW (or TCW, as we've talked about before 😜). It could have been about heartbreak or that numb feeling after you lose someone and you just want to be buried alongside them!
This made me think like maybe the person feels that they're the weakest person. Loved your Haiku!
Beautiful words , perfect for the Fall
verdict: I am an autumn.
A touching and poignant piece. It's lovely, unique💕
This is perfect for the changing of the seasons. Well done.
You know, this made me feel sad. "Brown, flaked and broken" speaks of something marred - dull, crumbling and damaged. "Bury me sweetly" is mixed: bury because death, dirt, decomposition but sweetly suggests affection, love, care. Pensive is how this has made. But it is autumnal to a tee.