Gogyohka for too short days

these days of late autumn
the moon never leaves the sky
not even the blinding blue
crisp with cold and sun-swollen
holds back her voyage

Last morning of the lighter half of the year

green and blue
through the mist
merging ephemera
with tree pillars
holding up the sky

yellow gogyohka

in the meadow
yellow flowers linger
and yellow butterflies
dancing with the yellow leaves
wind-stripped

Sunless

midday and the no-sun weighs
heavier than oceans
than sin
than cold torrents
but not heavier than sadness

gogyohka for more ladybirds

little by little
the cold stirs the leaves
sun sinks towards the dark time
and a steady stream of insect refugees
looks for a place to sleep

gogyohka for unsettling days

another wind blows these fields
its breath as dark as the worm
that coils and uncoils restlessly
waiting for the floodtide rising
beyond the edge of tomorrow

Wind change

fields full of sadness
wind among the dead stalks
and the plaintive songs
of the birds in the hedge
that blows thinner every day

Equinox

For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge.

Photo© Yvonne Ní Mhuiregán

since hand first carved
to capture sun marks
at year’s turning points
the light has fallen
upon these magical stones

gogyohka after a hot windy night

another night of rocking stars

and south wind

broken branches too dry to bend

the supple sap retreated to the core

bracing roots dug deep to face another sun

Vesti la giubba

A gogyohka for the dverse clown prompt.

 

we resent masks

take to the streets in protest

I wonder if it is because we already wear them

we keep our sorrows hidden

all pagliacci behind the smiles