For Ronovan’s haiku challenge: Sheep & Weep.
flock of clouds
sheep-jostles
cold sky bleats
mournful wool grey cries
of winter-bound birds
Tag: tanka
Oak leaf tanka
I don’t know if this is a proper tanka and it’s slightly off-subject, but here is its anyway for Frank Tassone’s challenge.
oak leaves cling
not in vanity
in memory
of summer past
green and russet glories
Haiku challenge: Brook & Moss
For Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge. I’m done with winter. Hasn’t started yet, but still…
beneath cool trees
bright brook trips and runs
through green moss
ice-melt and dearth forgotten
spring seeps in velvet softness
Tanka: Wolf moon
For Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge
no wolf
to howl this moon
this land is ours
raked cleared sown no wild things
wander free these tame hills
Haiku challenge: Smoke & Water
A tanka for Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
fire mist
water smoke burning dusk
full of cloud
this scorched sky will heal
in dew-dropping morning
Tanka for changing light
Catching up on prompts. This tanka is for Colleen’s weekly challenge.
soft pastel colours
wash the dry dust of summer
with broad water strokes
streaked and striped with silver rain
soft as new grass green-growing
Haiku challenge: Forest & Whisper
I was about to post this on Monday morning when we lost the Internet. Posting now in a brief window of connectivity…
A tanka for Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
tree silence
is the forest’s breath
birdsong its call
we listen and learn our
voices no more than whispers
Haiku challenge: Empty & Whole
A tanka for Ronovan’s weekly haiku prompt.
Painting by Rajasegar
sky empties of rain
dry rivers flow again
from dust to sea
red leaves weave with silver fish
the cycle complete
Tanka for the equinox
A tanka (I think) for Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge.
parched summer
south wind blowing
dry leaves drift
like anchorless stars
in a winter sea
Haiku challenge: Fierce & Fever
A tanka for Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
Painting Sunrise by V. Tomilovsky
beneath this fierce sun
the earth bakes grass crackles in
radiant fever
parches every throat—even
trees shrink aching for rain
