24 Seasons: Shubun (Autumn Equinox) No. 2

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Tanka Tuesday 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 2 

The Autumn Equinox (September 22 – October 7) Shubun 秋分


"... choose a kigo word or phrase from the seasonal kigo list on the post, or you can choose from the autumn category... Share your kigo word on your post."

I chose the kigo word "grapes" from the words for this season.  My wild grapes have just finished ripening here in Southern Oregon. My form of choice is a mondo.

The grapes on the fence,

the ones hanging in clusters, 

who will be first to taste them?


You planned tart wines and

jars of jelly for Christmas,

the raccoons left you nothing.

©2023 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

#tankatuesdaysyllabicpoetrychallenge #24seasonspoetry #mondo #mondopoetry #mondopoem #shubunpoetry 

Comments

  1. D.L. FinnOctober 4, 2023 at 9:26 PM

    Love this and the story of what thr raccoons took awa.

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  2. MarjaOctober 4, 2023 at 10:52 PM

    Love this one Luckily, we don't have raccoons in NZ

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    1. LisaOctober 6, 2023 at 8:48 AM

      You probably have something else though! The raccoons in my neighborhood pop up and down from the drainage areas for the gutter water. Boy, did my dog have a fright the first time he saw one disappear!

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  3. JadeLiOctober 6, 2023 at 3:27 PM

    The space between the first and second stanzas seems so wide. Dreams vs. reality...

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    1. AnonymousOctober 6, 2023 at 5:55 PM

      Planning what to do with a harvest isn't ever a sure thing!

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  4. Colleen M. ChesebroOctober 8, 2023 at 11:31 AM

    Lisa, your grapes look amazing. Did the racoons take all of them? Those greedy little beasts!! I love your mondo. These are quick and fun forms. 🍇

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  5. willowdot21October 8, 2023 at 11:29 PM

    This is great and so typical of nature, tantalising! 💜

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  6. AnonymousOctober 11, 2023 at 5:10 PM

    Those dreary raccoons!

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  7. Melissa LemayOctober 11, 2023 at 5:11 PM

    Oops! The raccoon comment was me.🦝

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