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Within the pages of P.J. Reed’s gorgeous collection, Haiku Gold, you will find haiku that will transport you to the vibrant Devon countryside in Autumn, from invigorating storms and bonfires to the gentle fall of golden leaves. Above all, Haiku Gold is a celebration of the beauty of autumn.This soul-enhancing book will keep you company for every day of Autumn.A Note From the Poet’Autumn is my favourite season. A season touched with magic as the faded leaves of summer make way to a dazzling display of golds, reds, and browns. When you walk on a natural carpet of autumnal colours which crunch under your feet. Autumn has its own particular smell too. The fresh smell of raindrops falling on the sun-baked soil which slowly turns soft underfoot. The earthy smell of leaves decomposing into a waiting soil. While ripe apples drop from heavily laden branches scenting the grass with sweet, cidery smells. The warm smell of nighttime fires; of carved pumpkins, burning mountains of fallen leaves, and the sulphur scents of fireworks exploding in the night.I read my poetry at many events and one of major pieces of feedback I received was that people were fascinated to hear was the story behind the haiku. Therefore, scattered throughout this collection are my reminiscences of how the haiku were written,’ by P.J. Reed.

P.J. Reed is a writer, playwright, and poet from England. She holds a BAEd from Canterbury Christ Church University and an MA from Bradford University. She has been widely published in anthologies and collections. She writes speculative fiction based on fantasy worlds filled with magic, intrigue, and adventure.
P.J. Reed currently lives in Devon, with a handful of teenagers, one feral cat, and a rescue dog called Rupert.
Her work has appeared in a wide variety of online and print magazines, books, collections, and podcasts. In 2015, she was shortlisted for the National Poetry Anthology award. In 2018, P.J. won the Forward Poetry 'Circle of Life' competition for her poem 'The Empty Chair.'