Tanka 143
A thunk and thunk thunk
A bridge reconstruction job
A back-up beep sound
mixed in with non-stop curses
loud and clear. Can’t be good news.
9/11/19
Shadorma 235
Spatter-brown
spots marked on yellow
half-curled leaf
Weeks before
the rest it lets go and drops
beside my left foot
9/11/19
Haiku 734
gasping splat splat splat
of the cleaner’s spray bottle
she wipes the tables
9/19/19
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
That first tanka–no that can never be good news.
There is a bridge near me getting replaced (not the inspiration for this poem, as the poem is earlier, but…there is always a bridge getting replaced, I think) and every time I go through the site this scene is playing out. If they are not standing around looking into a hole or bed of rebar in dismay…
Yes, there’s always work being done on 295, too. . .
Excellent use of onomatopoeia in the first and final poems. The changing colours of the leaves is something I enjoy looking for every year since I enjoy Autumn no much but when they sere and drop I know Winter is coming and that is a season I endure rather than enjoy.
I even like winter most of the time, because it is so definite and hard edged. But like you I think fall is the best time of year…