I am posting this Haiku today and will expand into three other forms tomorrow

A lone poplar leaf
swirling in an autumn wind
a golden ballet

Tomorrow will post i Western Classic, Free Verse, and Parallel forms.............scribbler

Only the bravest, strongest birds
dare go aloft on such a day
a breeze which whispered now shouts its words
making trees bow deep and sway

The wind which once sighed through tall pines
now strips last leaves from old oak trees
breaking large limbs, snapping small vines
while bending cypress to their knees

It blows the woods' duff into drifts
while lifting harvest's chaff to skies
where all the clouds are rife with rifts
and dust peppers my squinting eyes

I suddenly came to be
me
an individual
some say unique among myriad
white brethren

Having no religion or direction
I drift in a seeming random route
only connecting with others
by short -lived accident
from which I rebound

The short duration of

my brief lifetime

spirals slowly

inevitably

down

Until at last my beauty crashes
as I join my fellows who fell before me
and mingle with others once unique
in an ephemeral blanket
of a southern snow fall

which melts

A little thing from old site's blog........................

The canary just dropped dead
while swinging in its cage
just one chirp of fear and dread
a definite pollution gauge

The dog whines scratching at the door
attempting to gain fresh air
escape is what he's begging for
an exit from his usual lair

That fly that's been buzzing all day
is twitching on the oval rug
I guess he's down and out to stay
one less fly, I sit and shrug

May you find that, if you stray

In December's snow and frost,

Christmas lights will show the way,

Though you are lost.

To the warmth of fire and friends

Who love you most.

Then settle down beside the hearth;

Toast your friendships , new and old.

Aquaintances are ever worth

Far more than miser's ill-got gold

New friends can bring a needed warmth

To men grown cold.

I'm off to gather some firewood
where once a copse of hardwoods stood
a place of but stumps and waste tree tops
cleared in the month of acorn drops.

It is a late mid-winter day
with cold winds and sky of gray.
That tree lap near the logging road
will go far in making up a load .

So I park the truck right near
get out the saw and all the gear
but take a pause to look around
at wildlife's former running ground.

In hoary woods I sit alone
hardly breathing, quiet and still
breeze sings a mournful monotone
penetrating bones with sneaky chill

There's little warmth in winter's sun
within this sky of clear deep blue
above a world of gray and dun
where yellow flowers one time grew

Yet this watch I still must stay
and attempt to stay alert
if need be 'till the end of day
while wearing camo coat and shirt

Lost in a world
That I don’t know
That I just don’t understand
Everyone is trying
To be someone
Someone they are not
Success is judged
By how much we have
As a people
As a nation
Children going hungry
To help support tax cuts
For people who don’t need them
Everyone cries
They are not responsible to help
The world is full of Cains
And no one seems Able
And the king of nothing
Writes another poem
Because he doesn’t know
What else to do

On the coldest day of a past year
( the low was ten degrees F or near )
in quiet hollow of mixed hardwood trees
I feel like I'm in a deep freeze

Deer hunting's the excuse I use
to enter this forest of frozen views
and test myself against the cold
I still do this, though growing old

It rained last night before this front
brought all the cold one man could want
but now at dawn it's calm and clear
I hear frost jacking the ground near

A poem in rhyming couplets ( I think )

The chicken farmer almost cried
when his last good rooster died

Without a cock to breed his hens
he'd go broke and lose his friends

So he called ROOSTERS- R- US
but their reply just made him cuss

They had just sold their last one
to his cousin's nephew's son

What the heck was he to do
without a bird to see him through ?

After much worry and thought
he said, "The farmers' jockey lot !".....................(an outdoor flea market)