shimo no koe

Haibun is a Japanese form of prose and poetry (haiku) together.  I’m joining Victoria with dVerse Poets writing haibun about “first frost’s voice” (shimo no koe).


We actively anticipate the first frost of fall, working as a team ahead of the weather’s uncertain clock. The last tomatoes, some green ones, must be claimed off the vines and colorful peppers plucked from dying garden. This home-grown produce is chopped with harvested onions into tantalizing picante sauce to be admired in pint jars on shelf before smeared on tortilla chips.

Our prodigious pair of apple trees generously offer basketfuls of blushing fruit to family and friends willing to pick. The dropped or blemished fruit are treats rolled under fence to eager cows. Contentment wafts on spiced fragrance of apple-pie-in-a-jar syrup that simmers in large pot on basement stove. Steam from water bath canner spreads warm humidity indoors.

Fall rain dampens farmers’ spirits, swells soybeans in their pods, and muddies fields. “A killing frost is what we need” for corn stalks to die so matured ears plump with kernels can be harvested. The farmer checks weather forecast every night. At last, it steals in with the dawn, silently smothering the grass and finishing off the last droopy flowers.


icing on orchard

may ruin or ripen crops

winter’s first whisper



photo by lynn



24 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. jazzytower
    Oct 08, 2017 @ 22:20:00

    Spending time on a farm is on my to do list. I’m sure it won’t be the same since I’ll be doing it as a tourist. But we’ll see:) your prose and poetry woke it all up again.


  2. janicead
    Oct 08, 2017 @ 11:44:41

    Well done, lynn.


  3. Vaccinius
    Oct 05, 2017 @ 14:44:26

    Lovely. That feeling you give with the prose is lovely, and the haiku is sparkling. Well done.


  4. Sabio Lantz
    Oct 05, 2017 @ 13:54:46

    A wonder picture of your farm life — you’ve enjoyed urban and suburban both!


  5. Victoria C. Slotto
    Oct 05, 2017 @ 13:17:36

    Lynn, the mood you create is so soothing. I think somewhere in me is the farmer’s DNA of my grandparents. Your prose sparkles, along with the haiku


  6. kiwinana
    Oct 04, 2017 @ 18:48:23

    Beautifully written. Cheers.


  7. erbiage
    Oct 04, 2017 @ 15:44:54

    Very nice Lynn, we were on the same thought with this one. -E

    Sent from my iPhone


  8. Frank Hubeny
    Oct 04, 2017 @ 15:15:25

    The activities you describe reminds me of living on my parents’ farm in Indiana.


  9. yassy
    Oct 04, 2017 @ 14:14:55

    Awesome 👏🏻


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