Martin Cohen was born in the South Bronx somewhere on Simpson Street, went to a Yeshiva on East Broadway and Canal Street, and then lived in the South of Brooklyn, the South of Long Island, The Southern Tier of Upstate New York, The South of Manhattan, and finally South Jersey in Egg Harbor.
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Very moody, I like it!
It also suggests Halloween as well, but without spelling it out, so the poem is open to other interpretations and meanings.
Very moody, I like it!
It also suggests Halloween as well, but without spelling it out, so the poem is open to other interpretations and meanings.
first snowballs . . .
a broken bough
of yellow leaves
Walking through Fall into Winter, and on… .
head winds
along the path to green
first steps
_M
dead leaves
falling on my
sleeping cat’s tummy.
autumn leaves
my husband
swearing
passing cloud
the dead leaves
begin to stir
Oh, this is an excellent Halloween haiku..oooh
Leaves rustling in the dark
Halloween breeze
Scary
A good one!
Penelope – I like Yours too.
October night
dead leaves rush towards me
—Martin Gottlieb Cohen
Great! :) A really skillful haiku that demonstrates why it must be in two line form.
Also, I admire your use of ‘October’ as a ‘calendar time’ word (which it is) rather than a seasonal reference (which, considered globally, it isn’t)
lorin
Thank you, Gosia…
Great atmosphere and action, Martin!
;)
Lary
november eve
year ends–
even the fronds droop