Haymaking

haymaking

red kites swarm

like gnats

 

so much sun

on golden meadows

death stalks

 

grace and beauty glide

turning dark then silver-light

in deadly display

 

there were deer

in the meadow in the dew

and first sun

 

gone now

in the grinding of teeth

and broken stalks

Haiku challenge: Super & Strange

For Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge. I have used super in the Latin sense of above, and unexpected for strange. The form is gogyohka, a new one to me, like a tanka but without the syllable restrictions, one phrase per line.

 

crow wings stretch

above the red sunset glow

unexpected messengers

from beyond the horizon

from beyond this world

 

Haiku challenge: Foot & Mouth

For Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge. Not what first springs to mind.

 

Feet tread silently

in the snow—they make no noise

the red jaws of death

Haiku challenge: Future & Hope

A tanka for Ronovan’s weekly haikai challenge.

 

tomorrow will come

night will lose its brilliance

stars pale in dawn light

so I can see morning rise

hope swelling in dormant buds

Tanka: Charge & Reason

A tanka for Ronovan’s weekly challenge.

 

no reason in the

golden evening light you say

why turquoise the sky?

When I race you with colours

streaming from my hands larks sing

Haiku challenge: Home & Free

For Ronovan’s haiku challenge. Not a haiku, but close.

©Katenolan

laughter and tears

free at last of guilt and shame

my home my people

Haiku challenge: Zen & Noise

For Ronovan’s weekly challenge

Photo ©Steve Ryan

 

Bird accepts the frost,

survives, one seed at a time—

sound of ice cracking.

Haiku: Hawk 2

Another hawk-themed haiku for Frank J. Tassone’s challenge.

 

Open field, winter,

bare as bleached bones, yet hawk eye

sees each grass stalk bend.

 

Haiku challenge: Evergreen first snow

I’m going to post a lot today because it’s my birthday and I’ll post if I want to. First up, a couple of cold, cold haiku for Frank Tassone’s challenge, one I never seem to see.

 

First snow settles on

evergreen, everdark firs—

white colder than black.

 

In the dim dark woods,

first snow, cold ghost drifts, whisper,

pure white, nevergreen.

Haiku: Stormy summer

For TJ’s Household Haiku prompt.

Strange, stormy summer

of wild winds and searing heat—

dewdrops, fleeting tears.