joy of morning

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curious fellow

wonders at human whistling

do you have birdseed?

still life spice

 

fall smell of wet leaves

~ cinnamon apple slices ~

refreshed after rain

 

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Link to Carpe Diem‘s weekend challenge to write to still life image above.

do you know?

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do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?

when north wind breathes fresh worship
over cornfield of heavy stalks bowed down
as ripe apples bless orchard with abundance
and tumbleweeds dance across rural road?

when crispy leaves gather in harvest pile
over rich soil fully yielded to waning sun
as pumpkins swell with orange-ribbed grace
and squirrel chatters praise for scattered nuts?

do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?

 

 


The beginning (and ending) question is from Pablo Neruda’s El Libro de las Preguntas.

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 goodness

 

 

 

 

 

– 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

© lynn__

 

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

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