it's six am
the moon is up there
autumn sky
sprinkling dew
she's always spying on me
warms up my being

autumn is
pumpkin bonfire scent
candles, always candle-light
haloed flame
it fills my being
I'm in awe

a warm cup of joy
an Himalayan white tea
sacred spot
these leaves have traveled
distant seas
to reach me

pen and paper by my side
safeguarding moments
my thoughts and wishes
which shouldn't be
scattered, lost
in this space

W3 – Dormasha poetry form

Moonwashed Musings – Haloed

Tanka Tuesday – Kigo words