A Tanka to Welcome Autumn

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 Poets and Storytellers United 

Friday Writings #196

"...for today's optional prompt, I invite you to write poetry or prose inspired by Autumn (rituals, foods, colors, celebrations… or anything that makes autumn memorable and/or special)."

©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson

summer's last hurrah 

has come and gone, once again

brisker nights arrive

one more blanket on the bed 

long sleeves and socks for morning 

©2025 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

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Comments

  1. rallentandaSeptember 27, 2025 at 10:40 PM

    And Down Under one more blanket comes off the bed:) Enjoyed your little poem

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeSeptember 27, 2025 at 10:44 PM

    Ha ha, I know that well! Here, in the Australian spring, I am still in bed socks but have taken two blankets off the bed, and the oil heater goes on later in the evening now.

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  3. IntelliblogSeptember 29, 2025 at 4:34 AM

    Yes, it's one long, fur-lined pajama party from now on - all those long nights too :-)

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  4. JimSeptember 29, 2025 at 7:40 AM

    Pumpkins are in, strawberries are out. I enjoyed my read here. Growing up I truly followed your advice. Two bedroom house, after my sister came in I was out, sleeping out in the porch. No heat or air-condition there. Frost on the windows and on my blankets.

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  5. CRDSeptember 29, 2025 at 8:51 AM

    We don't have such weather here. But somehow reading your poem made me feel cozy and tucked in :)

    Cheers,
    CRD
    Do drop by mine.

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  6. RommySeptember 29, 2025 at 12:38 PM

    Oh I need socks to go to sleep at this point! LOL, cold feet keep me awake.

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  7. HelenSeptember 30, 2025 at 8:45 AM

    The Perfect Autumn Tanka!!! I love reading and writing tanka poems. Cheers!

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  8. purplepeninportland.comOctober 2, 2025 at 6:10 PM

    Nice tanka!

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  9. AnonymousOctober 8, 2025 at 6:19 AM

    Yes, time to dig out the blankets in Virginia too. Nice tanka.

    PK

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