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

From dusk to morning

 

Deer are barking

across the setting sun

a world apart

 

through the long grass

snake glides

climbs the fig tree biblically

taking the slender boughway

over the hedge top

 

in the path

yellow feathers strewn

midnight feast

 

oriole flutes an elegy

for lost kindred

in the gold of morning

 

small corpses

cat-kill

laid by the path

an offering to the night fox

are gone by morning

 

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

Tidings

storm again the grey

so familiar a cover

to the rain-lashed world

 

and the dimming

of the light

before the night

 

no dusk

of soft golden

fading

 

drumroll and lights

yet we pull the shutters closed

on the spectacle

 

no moon rides

no stars glow beneath the waves

of such heavy seas

#Tanka Tuesday: Nest-building

A haiku for Colleen’s weekly challenge.

Photo ©David P. Howard

no time for singing

eaves aflutter with bright wings

nest-building twitter

Haiku challenge: Bright & Fight

For Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge.

 

spring struggles

with winter gloom— we share

bright buttercup light

Haiku challenge: Elate & Hate

For Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge. This was a hard one.

 

rising on wild wings

spring storm sings off key

while darkness grows

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