Once again, it’s time for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.
After cold-moon night
thin frost sparkling on pumpkins
a crisp sun rises

Once again, it’s time for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.
After cold-moon night
thin frost sparkling on pumpkins
a crisp sun rises

Autumn has always been my favorite (also birth) season – even when this year it has been unusually cold. I think it is common for folks born in the season to be nick-named ‘Pumpkin’.
Though that was only said by a select few ;)
Love love love the mental (and actual!) image of thin frost sparkling on a pumpkin.
Tell it like it is