
Golden hour
Golden hour fruit /
Picked as the sun declined and /
your memories rose.
.
.
#memories #goldenhour #fruit #sun #declining #rose #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #september #thursday #091522 #2022

Golden hour
Golden hour fruit /
Picked as the sun declined and /
your memories rose.
.
.
#memories #goldenhour #fruit #sun #declining #rose #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #september #thursday #091522 #2022

Pumpkins
Orange rounds herald fall. /
Volunteers grown in front yard. /
Evening sun accents.
.
.
#evening #pumpkin #volunteers #sun #fall #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #september #thursday #090822 #2022

Tunashamed
Yes, I have been tunashamed.
They descended upon me like ranchers with mange.
They said stop eating that fish, you fool.
Beef’s the only golden rule.
A burger now, a meatloaf later.
Or you’ll be eating exotic gater.
A steak to the heart is the way to go.
This even a vampire knows.
An eye of round, a pound of chuck.
Such cuts of beef will bewitch your luck.
Tender as a filet mignon
Can warm your loins when the nights are long.
No deer, no rabbit, no pheasant will do
When you make a manly stew.
Yes, I have been tunashamed.
I wear the sticker; I can’t complain.
I must do my penance now,
So that later I can eat the cow.
.
.
#satire #poem #rhyming #beef #tuna #shamed #tunashamed #borrowedohoto #davidebooker #september #thurdsday #090822
Filed under 2022, humor, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Song
Listen to fall sing.
A dirge for descending leaves
or a hymn for snow?
.
.
#fall #dirge #hymn #leaves #snow #sing #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #thursday #090122 #2022

Clock
Clouds gambol freely, /
shapes and raindrops marking time. /
Clock ever changing.
.
,
#clouds #clock #gambol #changing #time #raindrops #shapes #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #august #thursday #081722 #2022

Skin
Every fourteen days /
you shed into a new skin. /
You: you are, you were.
.
.
#you #skin #shed #days #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #thursday #081122 #2022
Filed under 2022, haiku, Haiku to You Thursday

Hints
Fall is dropping hints. /
Yellow, brown, red, orange notes. /
Winter whispers: “Yes.”
.
.
#yellow #notes #brown #fall #hints #winter #whispers #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #talltalestogo #august #thursday #080422 #2022

First
Early arrival, /
can you tell us what fall brings? /
Pumpkin oracle.
.
#pumpkin #fall #first #early #arrival #oracle #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #july #thursday #072822 #2022
Filed under 2022, haiku, Old North Knoxville, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

City
Green near, blue far back. /
Mankind’s river flows between /
concrete, trees, and dreams.
.
.
#concrete #dreams #mankind #trees #river #green #blue #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #july #thursday #072122 #2022