last night
a tawny owl and a cock
singing duets
rainy oaks
after the rain
still have ammunition left
clouds scud
across the night sky
making the stars blink
Tag: haiku
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
Haibun for raptors
Today was a day of raptors. The outliers of a flock of red kites sailed low and unimpressed by my upturned face; I saw each feather, the pale wing patches, the bright russet red of pinions and the darker head, crook-beaked, bent, searching the grass about my feet for movement.
Speed and grace
in this silent death-bringer
no baying for blood
Then the hobbies, narrow-winged, sharp and rapid, darted past at head height. In their rolling swallow-flight they turned—slate-grey back, pale-flecked underside and face dark-moustached, gone almost faster than sight.
twin graces
speed and light feather-tough
then an empty sky
And the ever-present buzzards, with broad wings owl-like, wheeling over the fields where the hunters have passed by. Now I watch a kestrel hovering, saint-ésprit, searching for voles in the long grass, wings and tail fanned, each feather aquiver.
empty sky
suddenly fills with wings
and I soar
Haiku for falling leaves
autumn’s tread
the sound of falling leaves
like thunder
Haiku: Gratitude & Harmony
A senryu trio for Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
gratitude
is a virtue man
is sadly lacking
peaceful harmony
as difficult to find as
a world leader’s heart
hope
as illusory
as his promises
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
Haikai sequence: Twisted & Cross
For Ronovan’s weekly challenge. This prompt has an oddly Satanic feel to it…
birds criss-cross
a windy sky
hurrying to gather
the last of summer
from bent flower heads
roads cross
where tree boughs bend a squirrel
takes the left fork
morning glory
twists about the roses
blending blooms
