Playing in the leaves and the pumpkins, playing with words, playing with photos, it's all playing! I'm no poet but when a prompt for Haiku showed up in my writing group, it called forth some words that may or may not be considered poetry but it appealed to my desire to play. Take a moment, dear reader, and play with me. Be refreshed.
With edges curling
Crisping to red and yellow
A lone leaf resting
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Once shady partners
Simmered in sun, blown in breeze
Task complete, they fall
Yes to the pumpkin!
Forget past seasons’ neglect
And doom of compost
