found on auction

 

delightful treasure —

old painted porcelain vase

of moonlit plum tree

 

squirrel-ly

 

rodent mechanics

stash acorns inside engine

’til fall drives away

 

 

miniature intricacies

 

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specimen in jar

face to face with monster fears

cicada sheds skin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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bee helpful, bee kind

bee industrious worker

pollinate sweetness

 

 

 

 

 

– photos & haiku by lynn; linked to CDHK‘s “little creature” prompt

hunter moon

 

october hunter

moon is hunting, haunting my

feigned sleep — bright night light!

blood run haibun

Link to dVerse Poets where Frank J. Tassone hosts a celebration of “indigenous”.

An archaeological dig in agricultural fields reveals ancient city of indigenous peoples: the Ioway, Omaha, Winnebago, Arikara, and Lakota. They settled at the confluence of Blood Run Creek and Big Sioux River, present-day boundary between Iowa and South Dakota.

Mysterious mounds push up; boulder rings outline lodge sites. Horse bones, iron tools, even marine shell wampum have been discovered here. Natives fashioned available catlinite into pipes and clay into pottery. They dug pits for storing grain and other pits for garbage.

This trading center flourished as an economic hub for the region. The Oneota culture left its mark on the land, most notably as a serpent-shaped effigy mound which was unfortunately lost by modern tillage before the area was recognized as an historic site.

 

indigenous tribes

leave indelible trail on

history’s pages

 

 

 

 

frost poetry season

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The season’s first frost woke me early so playing magnetic poetry online …

dear guest

 

don’t be upset by
my russet setter
on the side porch;
step over him and

please, have a seat
on my satin settee
here we’ll have tea,
chat, recite verset till

supper; then play
games after sunset
until we settle into
long moonset night.

 


Joining dVerse poets writing quadrilles (44 words) using the word “set”.

 

ruins

 

ancient stone pillars

“how impressive!” people say

snow covers rubble

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inspired by this classic haiku:

“An ancient road,” they say
How charming
Though beneath this snow.

© Yosa Buson

 


Joining Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s 7th anniversary celebration!

dragonfly

 

drones hover and hum

flit above late summer crops

predator pilots

 

observe stealth landing

“what is it, grandma?” child asks

investigation

 

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photo by lynn

autumn’s ambassador

It’s haibun Monday at dVerse Poets where we’re writing about insects!


 

I bounce along, riding the lawnmower around our farm site.  It’s windy and warm today…excellent weather for drying the crops for the imminent harvest. We’re glad for the silage we’ve already chopped for our livestock. Cows galumph toward the fence when I stop to toss the fallen apples I gathered for them.

While mowing in our grove, I am discouraged to note many trees show signs of stress. Both ash and spruce host invasive insects that bore into exposed spaces in their bark. An epidemic infestation across the nation appears to have arrived here. Time will tell if it’s lethal for these trees we planted many years ago and nurtured to a protective and glorious expanse.

While fretting about insects destroying our grove, I’m surprised by a singular monarch butterfly that flits ahead of me, leading the way. It flutters into my vision as I pass by again and again. Like a shimmer of hope, it gently clings to a leafy branch. Stunning creature with delicate legs and designer wings sent to lighten my mind in a moment of serendipity.

 

monarch messenger

flashes autumn’s joyful hues

arresting beauty

 

 

 

 

quiet time

 

morning tea with God

prayerful conversation

listen to the Word

vital act of devotion

Spirit speaks into my life

 

 


Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s final post for month of pilgrimage…”an act of devotion”

waiting on gardener

 

my life is a ripe pumpkin
connected to the earth
growing green from the
hard work of soil where
i put down roots to vine
out from the tender shoot
of youth into fruitful years,
orange and mellow with
graced blessings, full;
yet, intermingled with the
seeds of good intentions
hidden inside me, ooze
slimy memories strung
with sticky emotions; sin.
i desire to be cleaned up,
hollowed out of my muck
and filled with radiant light;
though the carving might
be painful, i will wear a
genuine smile on my face,
aglow with true wisdom.

 

 


Linking to Bjorn’s metaphor challenge at dVerse Poets’ pub: “Meeting the Bar”.  My poem’s theme inspired by children’s book: The Pumpkin Patch Parable by Liz Curtis Higgs.

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