Tanka for the end of the cold

sun melts its butter
on afternoon fields wind blows
still winter sharp
dig deep into warming earth
plant spring unfold summer

For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge. An afternoon of gardening, clearing and planting. The smell of violets was overpowering.
I cheated a bit. It isn’t cold at all now, but since Ash Wednesday isn’t a thing in these parts…

Haiku Sequence

Frank Tassone has set a big catch-up challenge. Ten prompts in one. In order they are:

sea bass
Veteran’s day
indian summer
beaver moon
witherind wind
winter solstice

My response in the same order:

in the lonely field
arms reach out a perch a plea
wary crows pass by

pool bright
the silver fish turns about
a wish in his mouth

this night lit by fire
to summon and sooth the lost
the dark year begins

memories of those
we never knew—beneath rich
earth the bones sink

sun-fire lingers
at leaves’ edge as if the dark
will never come

when all is ripe
and fallen buds hatch
ready to begin again

across the face
milk-pale soft wings sweep
an owl caress

cold east roars
in the ears of the trees
last leaves ripped away

more lights lit
in the dark of the year
dance among shadows

in balance
with this dark the hope
in light’s return

Tanka for a dream of cooler weather

It’s still far too hot here. Up again to 38°C/100°F and it’s going to be hot all this week. The break in the weather gets put back further every day.

For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge.

receding into
the distance the autumn mists
cool of orange leaves
we thought we could bear no more
flames—I hear their crackling still