summer synchronicity

 

Wandering past my dusky wet gardenimages
twilight meets me, dancing with fireflies
cicadas serenade blades of tall ditch grass
pink clouds palely kiss soft lavender skies

Wondering if snake stripes glow nocturnal,
i startle at whirred flight of june beetle bug
humid air oppressed by scant scent of skunk
rippled rhubarb leaf umbrellas sleeping slug.

 

 


See Laura’s prompt at dVerse Poets inspired by naturalist poet, Laurie Lee. He sought simplicity in his poetry; often written in 1st person, quatrain form, ABCB rhyme.

for love of the land

 

in midwest’s gently green and rolling hills
my farmer grew up living on the land

his father farmed the same fields years before
where now our son is living on the land

i garden in the plot his mother hoed
she taught me ways of living on the land

dependent on both sunshine and on rain
God’s presence witnessed living on the land

the smells and sounds of cattle fill old barn
new calves are birthed and living on the land

we nurture crops and work to feed the world
from dawn past sundown living on the land

i learned to drive a tractor baling hay
lynn, city girl, loves living on the land

 

 


Linking this ghazal form poem to dVerse Poets where you can read more!

seri (parsley)

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai with classical spring kigo: “seri”


 

I.

gray stripes with white patch

hidden beneath the parsley

cat prowling garden

 

II.

pot on windowsill

green herbs sprouting toward sunshine

fresh ingredients

 

III.

holiday garnish

refreshing cleanse for the tongue

miniature tree

 

 

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free image – pexels

a fresh intuition

 

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(magnetic poetry online)

cool palette interrupted

 

winter’s white garden

icicles cling to blue spruce

empty red birdhouse

 

 

wet garden at sunrise

 

a swinging gate

on both sides the flowers

open – close                                   (C) Jane Reichhold

 

welcome morning glory vine

garden spider’s dewy web          (C) lynn__

 


A “tan renga” is haiku written by one poet and 2-line response by another poet.

sounds of silver

 

breeze whispers in trees

shaking,  sighing, quivering

summit ash leaves quake

 

listen to metal

red tail fin turns, grey blades spin

garden windmill squeaks

 

hear tinkling music

chimes dangle on staggered strings

dance with spring zephyr

 

Version 2

view from my kitchen window

 

epilogue:

do you hear the wind?

whirring sound but no air moves

fan noise app for sleep

 

 

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

dirt is to dig

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it’s spring! i need to dig in dirt
worm’s work brings happiness
while birds and bees MAY flirt

oh spring! i need to dig in dirt
even if knees might hurt and
fingernails witness a mess

let’s sing! i need to dig in dirt
worm’s work brings happiness

 


Yes, I like to dig in the dirt. Worms make me happy because they enrich the soil. Everyone should have a little plot of land or a pot of dirt to dig in. Gardening is an elemental activity, part of our DNA code; our calling to work the ground and take care of the earth. Photo taken by me with one hand, holding favorite garden trowel with other 🙂

 

scene with gazebo

I completed the April challenge!logo-napowrimo

 

Roses have graced my life. Growing up, I admired my mother’s backyard roses with blooms of varied hues. I sniffed each bush’s blossoms to compare scents. Upon high school graduation, I received a lovely long-stemmed yellow rose. Later, I carried three pure white roses in my bridal bouquet and following the birth of each child, my husband presented me with a dozen red roses.

I’ve tried to tame wild roses in my farm garden: a yellow settlers’ rose (possibly planted by pioneers) and a pink prairie rose (our Iowa state flower). Roses require nurturing. Admire the roses and have respect for the thorns in life’s garden. Cut roses fade fast.

 

roses in the park

tender touch of Gardener

walking by my side

 

 

©Ryan Hawk/WPZ 2005, gazebo

prompt & photo – CDHK

grandma’s bait shop

 

it’s a sunny-side up

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Pixabay image

happy-spatula kind of day

 

outgoing fish boats bob:

“goodbye, dear old pier”

 

children find glinty pebbles

to hopscotch village street

 

under random puffs of

gourmet popcorn clouds

 

reflection of blue-er sky,

grandma’s retro/deco bike

 

blooms petunia pink

beside faded stucco cottage

 

outback/inside pickety fence

she digs in earthworm garden

 

boy swings dilapidation’s gate;

hook-line fresh on bamboo pole

 

 


Linking cheer at dVerse Poets pub today…

seven summer series

 

farmer mowing grass

nesting killdeer scold and swoop

wild roses blush pink

 *   *   *

humidity soars

spirals of corn reaching up

thunder rumbles rain

*   *   *

smell of fresh cut hay

cattle swishing tails at flies

farm wife hoes garden

*   *   *

camping in state park

birdsong floats on morning breeze

cotton flies from trees

*   *   *

biking lakefront trail

past fishermen on pier

slow goose crosses path

*   *   *

evening slowly fades

lamps illuminate old bridge

reflect on river

*   *   *

daylight awakens

glad summer sunday morning

voices raise in praise

a garden lai

This is my attempt at a “lai”.  You can learn more about the form at dVerse

 

look out my window
garden plants on row
i see

green beans, potato,
snap peas, tomato
must weed

good seeds that we sow
cause blessings to grow
freely

 

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photo by lynn

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