For many years, the journal Geppo, published by the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society, has invited poets to respond to what it has called “Challenge Kigo.” For the September–October 1998 issue (XXI:5), I provided the following season word invitation and example poems. See also “Summer Moon.”
The impending chill of winter begins in the autumn when we first notice we need an extra blanket at night. Autumn is a season of hunkering down, of melancholy, a time of contemplation. Leaves may be turning colour and the joy of Christmas may be just around the comer, but in late autumn we turn inward—coming indoors both physically and mentally. We are touched by autumn on the first cold night.
my neighbour’s light
goes out too—
the chill of night
Shiki
The first chill night:
The mother finds herself
Covering up the dolls.
Cicely Hill (from Haiku World, Kodansha, 1996, page 180)
first cold night
smell of hot dust
from the vent
Michael Dylan Welch