For the dverse prompt.
Sinking sun sweeps
with broad brush
swallows
dip drinking deep
of rain-washed air
golden motes
fly gnat-winged
into dusty dusk
of gilded light
night brings wings
soft silent
owl-flutter
I watch the first star wake
rocked in the cobalt cradle
of the cosmos.
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I love rocked in the cobalt cradle
Thank you, Ruth 🙂
A beautiful painterly sequence of evening drifts, Jane. You’ve captured colours, movement and awe.
Thanks Kim. It’s a free show, every evening 🙂
You’re so good at these.
I’m pleased you think so 🙂
As elegant a haiku sequence as I’v ever seen. Evocative image after evocative image flow like a cascade. Beautifully done!
Thank you, Frank! I wasn’t sure if they were haiku.
Pairs of complementary images, nature referenced, short, with those little epiphanies: They sure qualify as haiku to me! 🙂
I shall have to write three-liners without looking for a haiku then. The words seem to know how to arrange themselves without me interfering 🙂
Indeed, that’s the true spirit of haiku writing! 🙂
Phew! That makes it a lot easier 🙂
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #7: Jane Dougherty’s latest haiku #sequence for #dVersePoets’ #MTB!
Thank you, Frank!
My pleasure, Jane! 🙂
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Vivid! Especially that first star waking up. Good one!
Thank you 🙂
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5 stanzas, ode to darkness; your last stanza is very strong. In our night sky, it’s usually Venus that’s the first star. You wrote more modern haiku that punched hard with their muscled brevity.
Thanks Glenn. Yes, our evening and morning stars are in fact planets. I think both are Venus.
Ditto all the previous positives & add my admiration for the alliteration throughout. My hat is off.
Thanks Ron. Alliteration is tempting, but it’s easy to overdo it, I think. I’ll leave it alone for a while now 🙂
Very nicely done! Love this.
Thank you!
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Lovely evening imagery, Jane…especially the final haiku. Nature is soothing.
Thank you, Lynn. Nature has been very changeable here, alarming as well as soothing. A bit of a roller-coaster 🙂
Beautiful medley and I love soft silent owl-flutter
Thank you 🙂 I’m very fond of owls.
Night brings wings…what a wonderful thought. (K)
They could be crow wings. An intelligent night.
“…rocked in the cobalt cradle
of the cosmos”
My God I love that line! So lovely and serene a write.
Thank you! Every day for an eternity we’ve had storms and lashing rain, and late evenings of utter calm. I think it must be to do with the tide ebbing. I’m pleased you enjoyed this.
The sun sweeps, brushes, drinks (swallows). I like this version of the sun. It’s homey. And “night brings wings” (a terrific line!) from owls, though I wonder if the stars might also be given wings from night so that the stars can fly so high and all around. This is a firm and gentle way to end the day and bring on night.
Yes! The stars are fireflies 🙂
Thank you, the days have been ending in calm and the nights have been clear and full of stars.
From gold to cobalt – just gorgeous.
Thank you! The days have been wild, the evenings serene. Back to summer from today.
Such an authentic picture painted of dusk. I see it and feel it, a summer time lullaby.
Thank you!
Yes, you are really good in painting peaceful and fairy tale near poems, with a great positive touch.
There’s a soothing sense to this, Jane.
Evening is like that, after a day of storms. Thanks, Ken.