Fall Haiku Contest

Buffed in fairy dust
9 fields of glowing pumpkins
bought the Grim Reaper

warm glowing pumpkins
gracing our brimming tables
warm filling for pies

Are my settlers cold.

No, my settlers are hearty,

My settlers are strong.

Trees draped in crimson

Morning frost upon the grass

Portent of Winter

Geologists are jolly
Islands all presents/holly
Dumb mines empty gain

amidst falling leaves,
drying grass and bare branches-
snow begins to fall

wrote a fourth entry
for the fall haiku contest-
really want those gems!

amidst autumn winds,
shorter days and colder nights-
our breath warms the air

Leaves are falling down,
like my drunken cavalry.
No more thirty brew.

whistling blowing winds
tear dry leaves from sleeping trees:
cold winter begins