An etheree for Colleen’s weekly challenge. This woodpecker is part of our evening ritual, watching out for her/him to come back to the dead tree to roost, the hare to come up from the stream bank to browse, and the blackbird to roost in the lime tree outside the window.
In the hollow tree a bird, an old nest
with memories draws her back before
the sun sets. The comforting dark
echoes with cries of fledglings,
flown when summer still filled
the air feather-soft,
warm as a bird
For Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
on the porch
night air moth-flutters
A gogyohka for Frank Tassone’s weekly challenge. This week is red autumn foliage. The leaves don’t turn here with a spectacular display as they do in some parts of the world. It’s been a hard summer for the trees and many of them were showing signs of stress before the end of August. Lots of yellowing, and the grass is still dry and brown. The ash trees look miserable and the poplars are shedding big golden leaves like the wealthy tossing alms to beggars, but the rest are hanging on, still green.
summer dried and shrivelled
tree hearts ached
and autumn rains run dry from mean clouds
leaves cling fading green
dreaming of red gold fire
A butterfly cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s weekly challenge.
spreads shadow wings,
scale-feathered, red and gold,
sweeps the stubborn grass with tree tears
Stalks loosened by the searing sun,
leaves sail the brisk bright breeze
on gales of childish
I had the honour to be chosen poet of the week for Colleen Chesebro’s photo prompt last month. The prize was to be able to choose this month’s image. This one is by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay
ocean sky and
blue water, branching wide,
rooting deep where bird-fish skim-swim
or rootwards delve. Leaves wave, kelp-green
flags, pleading. Can you see
A tanka for Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
Painting Sunrise by V. Tomilovsky
beneath this fierce sun
the earth bakes grass crackles in
parches every throat—even
trees shrink aching for rain
A gogyohka for Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge.
Photo ©Jessie Eastland
this moon rising red
through the dying sunset
setting silver at daybreak
a bridge of light