For Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge. This week’s theme is ‘rose’. The first cranes flew over this afternoon on their way north.
Rose, not even bud,
not even leaf,
waits for spring.
The wind is turning,
bringing back the cranes and you.
Another hazy moon haiku for Frank Tassone’s weekly challenge.
Moon veiled by snow—
ripples on night water,
Another skylark haiku for Frank Tassone’s challenge
Lark in the clear air
sings, a speck against the blue,
I followed the link to Frank (A Frank Angle)’s writing challenge from Merril’s post. It is also the poem I’m contributing to the dverse open link night.
I will ride my dreams, red horses,
through dark billows of the night,
and blue horses in the green and gold of day,
following the scent, bee-kissed, of roses
and the honey taste of glycine on the wall.
I will paint a sky of rainbow mist, pearl
nacre like the deep gems of the sea,
where seals play and the dolphins sing.
I will ride my dearest blackbird-singing dreams
and fill them with the dashing verve of ‘when’,
not let the timid caution of life’s ifs
dash them like cold salt water on black cliffs.
This is, I think, a cinquain. It’s for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge and the words not to use are Destiny & Challenge.
We’re dipping into a relatively cold patch and the météo keeps predicting ‘a few flakes’ of snow. So far we haven’t had any. This afternoon as I went to have a shower, the sky covered over. A few minutes into the shower, husband shouts ‘There’s white stuff coming out of the sky!’ By the time I’m out of the shower, the sun’s beaming down again and everything looks bright and…green. He swears it snowed.
soft as feathers,
struggling with the sun,
against the inevitable
This haiku is for Ronovan’s weekly prompt.
Red blush on treetops,
beneath, deep shade. By the stream,
frost cold, timid deer.
For Frank Tassone’s Skylark challenge. I can see this one is going to fly like the previous challenges.
High in summer sky
a feathered speck climbs. Listen—
sweet cascade of song.