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…




magnetic poet


Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challeng by the Elusive Trope  🙂


fall flutters by

CDHK’s prompt from Jane Reichhold’s “Dictionary of Haiku”:  butterfly


flicker of orange

falling leaves with patterned wings

monarch migration



photo by lynn

seasonal affective quadrille

Written for dVerse poets quadrille #15 on “leaves” theme.

cicada chorus hums in grass

daylight shuffles a retreat

autumnal dirge crescendos fast

music follows frosty sleet


mournful geese raise the call

barren branches grieve their leaves

flutter down in wistful fall

time’s march sighs reprieve


when voice of pumpkin

sings ripely from garden

when i die, as every leaf must

photo by lynn

photo by lynn


If i die in fall

(due to my own clumsiness)

as dry leaves crackle

cry over cake, then laugh at

my swift entrance into JOY!

Joining Gayle at dVerse today on theme of Japanese death poems (jisei).

time passages

Linking to Carpe Diem’s time glass challengedancing leaves

leaves let go of fear

fall free, float on air, swirl down

celebrate changes.


letting go self-consciousness,

we can twirl life’s dance with joy!

under his wings


God covers me

with his gentle hand

like a warm coat

in winter winds.


He covers me

with his wide mercy

like a big umbrella

in spring downpour.


He covers me

with his tender love

like a bridal tent

in summer sun.


He covers me

with his life’s blood

like a full pardon

in fall darkness.


He covers me

with his eternal grace

like a safe shelter

in all seasons.


“We live under an umbrella of goodness and mercy.”  (Pastor T. on Psalm 23)

“I am my beloved’s and he is mine…his banner over me is love.” (Song of Songs)


autumnal graces


fall’s fabulous

potpourri of

apple cinnamon

milkweed pods

chill mornings

pumpkin spice

ditches burning

damp leaves

hot choco-latte

indian summer

fermented silage

crisp corn husks

squirrel’s cache

windmill spinning

ripened melons

monarchs’ route

fuzzy cattails

combines’ dust

weaned calves

cold drizzle

mud on road

harvest moon