For Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
moon drifts
among swaying kelp fronds
of the ocean sky
serene the moon
though the wind blows wild
waves in the treetops
wild is the moonlight
the wind voices wailing
an owl sighs
Tag: haiku sequence
Haiku for a rainy evening
rainy dusk
a deer ventures across
the open field
light fades
deer step from beneath the trees
the earth holds its breath
last leaves cling
golden tree treasure
making deep shadows
Perseids
image ©Radoslaw Ziomber
a rain of stars
falls on the thirsty earth
portents
watching the sky
listening to hunting owls
calling down the stars
from moonset to cockcrow
I watch the star blanket shift
learning to let go
Haiku sequence: Haymaking
haymaking
the house fills with the scent
death of grass
night falls
mown meadows aglitter
with fox-red eyes
grass ocean
settles into dead calm
red seawolves prowl
Haibun sequence: Solstice
June 21st is the Fête de la musique. The idea behind its conception in the 1980s was that everyone with a yen to make music could take to the streets and let rip. It was a goodnatured event with amateur sax, accordionists, string quartets, kids school choirs etc setting up on every street corner to do their thing.
Then the bars cottoned on, hired rock and ethnic bands, set up amplis on the pavements, blocked off whole streets for dancing and drinking all night. The event went from being family friendly to being a nightmare for anyone who lives in the centre of town. It’s exam time too, and everyone knows how good a sleepless night is for exam nerves. But, impossible to say anything against the drink/tourist/entertainment industries, so we let the bars and restaurants do as they please.
Today, there is a steady downpour. It never rained ever for the solstice in all the years we lived in town. Ah well. The birds aren’t put off.
solstice rain
a steady drumbeat
peaceful music
Fête de la musique
rain never came to order
to drown the din
summer solstice
in town we longed for rain
to bathe cringing ears
Haiku sequence: Hope & dash
For Ronovan’s haiku challenge.
green hope springs
as we hurtle to the edge
a wolf howls
in the wind
the odour of decay
yet beetles dig deep
wolf-howl beetle-delve
two worlds on the cusp of night
and forgetting
Haiku sequence
nightingale
singing too hard to notice
the sun has set
sky blue as thunder
and silent as starfall
above my head
nights so full of light
and song dawn seems almost
superfluous
come the morning
shadows shrink taking their
secrets home
waking to light
and the last star awake
night still in my eyes
