Hey everyone! Dido6 and I haven't gotten the poetry challenge up yet dude to all the craziness on the technical end. However, I thought I'd start up a little fun mini-challenge for all those people who can't get enough haiku in their life ;) With the start of the Fall season, I thought it would be fitting to have a little game with haiku! If you don't know what haiku is, check out this site: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku SO, here are the rules of our little game. In the next post, I'll start us off with a haiku. The next person that writes their haiku MUST use the last word of my haiku as the first word of their haiku. Example: First Entry - On an autumn day The colors shift the spectrum Life's endless circle Example: Second Entry - Circle turning round Horizon inviting fire Until the day ends Now those entries were pretty serious. Feel free to use any theme or topic for your haiku you want! Just keep it civil and have fun. :)

Hot as summer days Broiling in September heat Is this really Fall?

Fall says play is wrapped Warm wraps on the horizon Bright wrapping unboxed

Unboxed and set free, Old Man Winter's coming tide Brings a welcome chill. Yeesh, unboxed was tough ;)

"From hard nuts grow strong trees." Good job, midreal.

Chill in morning air Hoarfrost glistens on the grass Crops ripe in dun fields

The warm wind whispers
Soft enchanting melodies
through the Autumn leaves

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leaves float in the wake of a breeze through the orchard: who rides a gold wind?

Wind caries secrets of people who dont read rules. I apologize :)

Apologize not If you haven't seen Firefly. Serenity now. ahem Well it comes out in the Autumn ;) And a last word like apologize.. that was tough too!

Now comes the gray sky chill winds wearing summers end dormant playthings cleaned

Cleaned knife slices,
Cuts deep, without forgiveness.
Jack-o-lantern smiles.

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smiles light the faces
of my parents bourboned eyes
sweets after bedtime

(halloween in Minnesota)

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bedtime and the seeds snuggle deep within the soil frost-edged coverlet

Coverlet of leaves Begins to cover the ground. Birds are flying south.

south lies the summer dreaming still in golden haze... but I face the snows.

snows along branchtips ride down with last falling leaves the squirrel scampers OK... maybe you guys didn't like the last word, so here is another. ;) Carolly

Sheesh.. scampers?? Hmmm.. Scampers, scampers, flees, The warm and soft summer breeze From the cold, north winds.

Winds of change now blow Leaves turn crimson red then fall South fly flocks of birds

birds plunge arrow-sure feathers lashed to beating wing targeting the sun

Oh, I do like that one! Sun wains with autumn While evenings grow quickly chill Camp fire warms old bones

Thanks! bones fall from the wall mah jongg tiles click and rustle: I meld the seasons

Season turned brown-red Winds whispers then howls: Winter is coming

Coming full glory Of vivid yellows, fire reds. Autumn!, tress proclaim.

Proclaim, "Finals Coming!" Books, papers, reading, Studying, all night.

night creeps from shadows steals from under rock and root hides behind the moon

moon beckons the myst the sound of dried leaves soft fall walk in your heartbeat

Heartbeat of the Earth, The slow and rhythmic changing Of the four seasons.

seasons turn away mounting loss to marching year: the last day passes

Passes quick, the sun. Days grow short and night grows chill. Autumn colors fade.

Fade these silent days Summer's laughter bleached and bleak Husks rattle faintly

Oh, very good! Excellent imagery. Passes was a ..... by the way. I really struggled with that one! ;-) Now here's another to keep things going. Autumn's not over yet, folks. Keep 'em coming. Faintly colors fade, From orange and red to dirty browns. Autumn slips away.

How about treating it as a plural noun? Passes fill with clouds: When the mountains betray you Who can hold back snow? Dealing with passes as transitions was perhaps harder. Of course, that's the meat of a challenge. This is like Iron Chef, but we only have one word and we have to make dinner out of it. Speaking of dinner, I'd better get something to eat before tackling this, or the next, one. ;^)

A noun! A noun! My kingdom for a noun! But of course. And I seem to be stuck in a faded colors rut. I need to think out of the box more. :-) jon

Away these wild winds!
Lash branches and drive hellhounds:
We ride on this night. OK, there's a noun. :) Carolly

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Night time falls on all the snow will hear my call, this white winter wish. (I didn't mean to rhyme)

Wish in vain for warmth,
long hot nights, and kisses,
loving on the beach.

Beach fires send sparks high To drift up among the stars. Autumn sands are cold.

Cold claws shred the leaves As barren branches shiver Wind scratches windows

Windows rimed with frost As autumn wanes towards winter. Skies turn gray and cold. It will be interesting to see if we can keep this going, now that it's dropped down off page one. Still have pleanty of Autumn left to go! jon

Cold enters the heart Restless branches throw off ice Sleep comes from within Well, I suppose we could link back to it if it gets buried too deeply. The trees are just barely starting to turn here. Christmass stuff is everywhere... I wish we'd take a bit more time to celebrate autumn first! Carolly

Within me I sense the start of autumn fire. The skies are clear.

Clear sapphire presses The myopic sky is an Unwinking watcher

Watcher of today, please tell me of tomorrow. Do we destroy Earth?

Earth in autumn time, Snuggling in for that long sleep. Don't annoy the bear!

Bear the broad baskets of plundered fruit, leave only The frost-tipped grape-vine.

Grape-vine yeilds fine wine. Like me, mellows over time. Autumn of my years.

Years of winters pass, it's cold, I wait for the snow. Then, it comes, at last.

Last leaf clings to bough, Quivers in the cold north wind. Bright colors, long gone. All right, TheAlex! Good comeback to keep it going. There's still lots of Autumn left.

Gone is the green breath Sweet corn sighing and humming: Frost-stricken clatter

clatter, dry leaves, no? flurrying up to the sky replaced by snow fall? **** it's snowing here in the Rockies and it is amazingly beautiful