Autumnal severance
season’s flashing tonality
present past present future
the shin hurt of childhood quarrel
aging fruit and jarring tumbler
last year’s fashion muffler, tomorrow’s cinder
moth-eaten “do my bones look big in this?” sweater
witch’s brew of prescription medicines
growing old is time’s obscurer
a flash of autumnal red
like twinkling stars
fade and fall
For Sammi's Day 6 ("witches brew") and Day 7 ("Do my bones look big in this?")
Autumn lights copper
gleam, to say, beauty lies too
in withering leaves
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Autumn – October 7, 2021
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April or September
There’s a chill in the air
Colors catch my eye
Slipping free of winter
Chase the roses
From summer’s embers
Green carpets laid
Accent red furnishings
Into wooded streams
For Cee's Midweek Madness Challenge: September Autumn or Spring
can it be
you and me
in heaven?
in the spring
dance begins
to flower
come summer
time’s bouquet
radiant
in autumn
we breathe scents
of harvest
winter turns
on icy
heels, shivers
time is now
eternal
singing day
first Adam
fell, second
Adam saves
1 Corinthians 15:21-28
For as by a man came death, by a man has come also the resurrection of the dead.
For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ shall all be made alive.
But each in his own order: Christ the firstfruits, then at his coming those who belong to Christ.
Then comes the end, when he delivers the kingdom to God the Father after destroying every rule and every authority and power.
For he must reign until he has put all his enemies under his feet.
The last enemy to be destroyed is death. For “God has put all things in subjection under his feet.” But when it says, “all things are put in subjection,” it is plain that he is excepted who put all things in subjection under him.
When all things are subjected to him, then the Son himself will also be subjected to him who put all things in subjection under him, that God may be all in all.
Retro Haiku 3-3-3 Eugi's Weekly Prompt – Bouquet – September 16 Cee's Flower of the Day
buds careen in bursts
dark limbs reach skyward
the breeze tickles pink
blue spins on green
winter’s undone
For Cee's FOTD, September 14, 2021: Rosebuds
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