no sound
but the flapping of crow wings
and wet washing
Tag: haiku
Best wishes
Tis the season, so here’s a festive decoration from outside the barn door
and one from inside the barn door in the kitchen
House hunkers down. The folk that pad and trot around its walls the night have gone. Only the birds, ever-hungry, ever-cheerful chatter, fluttering from tree to tree and into the porch after seed and other necessities. A deer family ambles through the willows by the stream. Dawn sun streams gold, a glimpse of heaven before its flow slows and ceases. Cloud thickens.
days slip deeper
into the heart of the cold
east wind sighs winter
Haiku for a noisy evening
the night vixen’s shriek
drowned in the rising swell
of crane voices
haiku for winter sleep
This photograph by an unnamed photographer of a ladybird in the ash of Mount Etna seems appropriate
Heavy heart and
head yet the house fills
with ladybirds
Haiku for geese and falling leaves
For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge. Two haiku as there are two themes proposed.
I see no geese
winging south—the north wind
is empty
rain the red leaves
puddles of dying flame
summer ashes
Haiku for a south wind
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
Yellow haiku
The flower I had in mind was fleabane, (see image). Tansy sounds more poetic, but the colour is a slightly more acid yellow.
Photo ©Phil Sellens
the slow light is long
low spreading the rich yellow
of tansy flowers
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
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