Response to a recent prompt by Kim at dVerse to relate oneself to one of Aristotle’s four elements: fire, wind, water, or earth. I expand on the meaning of my name…
memories softened by time passed far away from lush green grass of home by day children played, at night bunnies strayed across green grass of home.
life disappointments and tears trickle, even envy may green-prickle when seems the other side of white picket fence enjoys greener grass of home.
invest in ground cover with copious hours and sweat like lover; in winter recover sow & fertilize, grow & water, mow & rake, for lawn’s sake, greenest grass of home.
learn to see beauty best in natural spaces that sprout with dandelions’ sunny faces content as a lark who builds nest to rest, near prairie-tall green grasses of home.
at the end of my days, i’ll sleep under sod, then awake amazed in presence of God to know my soul has reached heaven’s goal: the sweet shalom-green grass of home.
Country roads beckon on sunny Sunday afternoon. Put on farm cap and sunglasses, grab water bottle and hop into open jeep, painted red for fun. The warm sun smiles down on husband and wife as we bounce along past scenes of cud-chewing cows and cornfields.
Congenial conversation shortens our trek to a state park. We park jeep to hike trail which meanders along rock cliffs, laughing waterfalls, and the deep-pooled river. Walk up sweet sweat. Admire wildflowers, glimpse elusive deer, and discover a painted turtle.
We pause next to low stone dam where bullheads mingle towards evening. Hear gentle sound of water spilling over, see sunlight filter through trees to sparkle on river’s surface, and soak in this one shining moment, hand in hand.
leafy glade’s green growth—
natural sabbatical
under God’s heaven
Join Lillian at dVerse poetics for a traditional haibun/haiku challenge!
I’m linking this “sun/Son” quadrille (44 words) to dVerse Poets pub where we’re diving into the subject of climate crisis this week…
powerful star
commands our
entire system solar
glorious light
shines too bright
for human sight
his light maintains
so life sustains
planet’s green plains
will we war for
what we adore?
been done before
apostasy done
spiritual war won
when earth falls into sun
“Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.” (Psalm 2:12 KJV)
Kristjaan at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai features “troiku” (each line of initial haiku is beginning line of three more haiku in a series). I wrote my own haiku to begin…
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