poplars sway
tall ships tossed on wind waves
far from the sea
wave of heat
the swell rocks the roses
becalmed
clatter of acorns
autumn hail bounces in oak
shade—dry pattering
Tag: haiku sequence
Haiku for figs
black figs swell
skin-splitting hanging
beneath broad leaves
how do they ripen
burst in sweetness wasp-drawing
and make no sound?
purple and green
such luscious colours dripping
with honey-sun
Poems for now
nothing in this
afternoon louder than the
angry sparrowhawk
stream trickles
almost-dry aflutter with
thirsty wood pigeons
and sun slants
in golden shafts through tired
boughs where warblers wait
for ripe figs
and the whipsnake
to leave
Haiku sequence for the Sturgeon moon
For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge. Lots of moons.
in the shallows
of the sky clouds shoal
a beam of silver
in the half-light
between bright day and dark night
moon rises
caught in waving
tree fronds framing a sky pool
the moon
in a silver pool
of tree-kelp swims the moon
as sturgeon fish
Haiku sequence: Birds in a hot sky
A haiku (hopefully) sequence for the dverse prompt
blue
bold as brass echoes
with summer
swallows at sunset
flicker in elegant flight
winged evening dress
heat throbs
woodpecker-laughs while we bake
with tree envy
still hushed air
grasped in an iron fist
hot as a cat’s breath
too hot to sing
sparrowhawk ever ready
to pick a fight
Haiku sequence for the thunder moon
For Frank Tassone’s Thunder Moon challenge.
serene—riding
in unclouded silence—
thunder moon
summer speaks
silver and gold with thunder
in the moon’s voice
thunderstorms
nights rocked with rain lit day-bright
behind clouds—the moon
night storm
among the billows
the moon glows
look—not fireflies
about the moon not stars
lightning flickers
Haiku for wild irises
For Frank Tassone’s challenge.
around the well
the shooting spears
of untamed irises
ephemeral
born in spring rains
beetle bright
in spring damp
cool green water blue a world
in a flower
Haiku for midsummer
The white bird is an egret. We usually see them in flocks, but this solitary individual (weirdo maybe) was flying with a great flock of red kites. The kites were after the hot-blooded creatures disturbed by the mowing, the egret was after grasshoppers.
beneath drying stalks
once gold
green ribs shine
waves of heat-shimmer
on the meadow break
with poplar-hiss
shade pools
dim as ocean depths where
bramble flowers wink
all these months
the thrush has sung dawn to dusk
through the dark days
light glitters now
damselfly-bright on the last
wave tip of spring
Haiku for the longest day
For Frank Tassone’s summer solstice prompt.
the longest day
a day for mowing cutting
the year in half
all the golden stalks
the meadow
a battlefield
the gyre narrows
hawk objective probes beneath
the fallen grass
how did they know
before the engine’s rattle
that death was coming?
feather swarm glides
in untouching pattern
through the blue
Haiku for a grey morning
grey cloud
grey grass sea sprinkled
with seed pearls
pheasant
coughs defiance into
the sunday silence
rain patters
on last year’s leaves
and this year’s snails
