A Pipe Smoker's Autumn Haiku?

[pruss]

Acrid smoke on breeze

Piles of dead-fall, lines of leaves

Rake in hand, bowl lit
-- Pat

 

[rebornbriar]

One more layer to wear

Darkest days are still to come

Lean back in my chair
Cold winds blow from East

On tobacco I will feast

Cooped up in my lair

 

[flakyjakey]

@pat, IMO that is a first class example - in three lines I'm there with you. I can 'feel' it all. With no verbs, Stephen Fry would melt in admiration!! LOL

 

[pruss]

Thanks flaky! I love the random free-for-all poetry threads that crop up on occasion. Thank you for getting this one started. Watch out though, Boudreaux is likely to take it straight back to limericks. :P
-- Pat

 

[misterlowercase]

Another excellent flakyjakey thread here, thanks for the prompt toward quiet contemplation, visible breath sinking in the chilly air upon yet another turning of the earth on an everchanging axis of heartbeat after heartbeat, and what we experience as time in this fading space goes on and on after we're all gone back into that vacuum of an endless opening, birth.
Here's my humble attempt, ain't no haiku master, but I do dig the pond frog plop!

:P
The deep root cold ground

feeds soft skull in floating world,

clouds laugh with slow puff
Skeleton tree sway

over smoky memories,

wood bowl shaking grave
Leaf falls in spiral

with crisp air beneath birdwing,

burning all silence
Grey sky gone dusk fog

dark moon behind thin bare branch,

heat of my pipe alive

 

[flakyjakey]

@mlc, great to see you back; you have been missed! I shall ponder these, deeply.

 

[wcannoy]

A Pipemaker's Haiku:
Sandpaper and wood,

almost to the perfect shape,

damn I hit a flaw

 

[pruss]

Sandpaper and wood,

almost to the perfect shape,

damn I hit a flaw

Love it.
Continuing...
Damned blast & blast

Damned, mask on, eyes forward

Etch ring grain instead
-- Pat