standing heat
night chill
rustling leaves (wind in dry leaves) the sound of
an intensely blue sky (autumn sky)
moon (a sign of fall) (only) (if you want to have a moon in any
other season, you must specify it by saying summer moon or
winter half-moon)
long night
windstorm
lightning (again, only for fall)
fog
frost
harvest, straw, haystacks in Davis, in Woodland, and here/now
she’s at school. her pleading eyes as I wave goodbye and turn
the corner/
deer
migrating birds
rice sparrows (getting the dregs of rice left after the harvest) (I
try to live a little off-grid—this is how I fell in love with a
farmer, all that tying up branches, laying down straw, pressing
roots into dirt)
sandpiper
quail
geese (for leaving) (in spring they will be marked as geese
returning)
it’s fall because the leaves are brown and the cafés are full of
undergrads (having the same conversations that they have every
fall) (but still the sun is so bright/and the dahlia)
cicada
dragonfly
the sounds of insects (the sounds) (the insects themselves are a
sign of summer)
bell cricket
pine cricket
pears
persimmons
apples
chestnuts
maple leaves red (fall) maple leaves green (spring)
banana plant (source of Basho’s pen name) (does not make edible
fruit) (marker of fall because of the sound of its leaves in the wind)
(as fragile and torn)
first frost
first snow
sleet (remember, it’s poetry so there’s counting, accounting for, noticing) (attachment is a counterforce in a poem) (as in / there’s another stronger force it runs counter to)
onion
radish
turnip
plover
sandpiper
yellowtail
withered reeds
withered burweed
withered pampas grass
withered field (season marker of Basho’s departure from Tokyo through Ueno, a sign of mortality) (Jojo wants to know when she’ll be the same age as me. I tell her every year we each get a year older. there’s no way to catch up. except of course what I don’t mention. that I’m only getting a year older for each year I’m alive. and if things go as planned, I’ll leave this world and she’ll live on to be as old as I once was)
smartweed
spearflower (with red berries)
winter camellia
narcissus (late winter)
searching for plum blossoms (the first sign of winter passing)