archetypical apple


What strange poison

did woman reach

for in the garden?


mother of all living bit into death for all


Was it a stinging tree

that touched her with

heart-shaped leaves?


intoxicating nature of toxic relations


Was she anesthetized

by curare-tipped dart

from satan’s blowpipe?


it can kill as easily as it can cure


Would eve even

succumb to snakeroot,

from salesman selling herbs?


fruit to make wise and pleasing to eyes


Would she suspect

the seeds of lovely apple

convey hydrogen cyanide?


seed of deception is sin, fruit of sin is death





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



september passing


crop ripens

leaf colors

thistle crowns


apple falls

milkweed bursts

old barn leans


monarch flies

zinnia blooms

heart finds home









In memory of my Aunt Harriet whose commital was today…




reformed quote #3

3 Day/3 Quote Challenge:  People celebrate Halloween but many have forgotten that October 31 is Reformation Day for the Church.  So I will post a series of quotes by Protestant Reformers.  This is the “pick” of the day!



photo by lynn


hope springs eternal



Doesn’t this beautiful photo of apple blossoms on orange background lift one’s spirit?  One more day of NaPoWriMo challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days!  A lot of mine were haiku/haiga  🙂