hush, don’t rush

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai challenge to distill longer poem into haiku…

 

slow down, October,

single leaf and crow wait for

ripe amethyst grapes

 

October poem by Robert Frost (1874-1963):

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call.
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

(Source: http://www.poets.org)

against the blue

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photo by lynn

 

claw clings to cedar

ruffled crow senses zephyr

lift-off, wings away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Linking to CDHK “against the blue”  theme.

 

 

 

 

veni, vidi, vici ?

“I now claim this city as mine,” triumphs Snow,
chilling stones of old buildings and streets.
“All seasons belong to me,” caws the Crow.

“I’ve staked claim to this city as mine,” warns Snow.
“My brothers and I’ll push you out!” threatens Crow,
from dead tree where plotting crows’ murder meets.

“I will leave this city behind,” murmurs Snow,
dying pack on stone buildings and streets.

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NOTES:

A fable fit loosely in triolet form...
and loosely fits Anna's "diction" 
prompt at d'Verse poetics.  
I like the "sound" of 
Caesar's Latin for the title and 
 find"murder" of crows intriguing.  
Also incorporated "brothers" 
idea from earlier prompt.

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photos by lynn, Jerusalem 2015