It’s haibun Monday at dVerse Poets where we’re writing about insects!
I bounce along, riding the lawnmower around our farm site. It’s windy and warm today…excellent weather for drying the crops for the imminent harvest. We’re glad for the silage we’ve already chopped for our livestock. Cows galumph toward the fence when I stop to toss the fallen apples I gathered for them.
While mowing in our grove, I am discouraged to note many trees show signs of stress. Both ash and spruce host invasive insects that bore into exposed spaces in their bark. An epidemic infestation across the nation appears to have arrived here. Time will tell if it’s lethal for these trees we planted many years ago and nurtured to a protective and glorious expanse.
While fretting about insects destroying our grove, I’m surprised by a singular monarch butterfly that flits ahead of me, leading the way. It flutters into my vision as I pass by again and again. Like a shimmer of hope, it gently clings to a leafy branch. Stunning creature with delicate legs and designer wings sent to lighten my mind in a moment of serendipity.
how are you? ‘i’m fine’ is our standard line (really?)
looks like we, our family, civilization may self-destruct
only a hero can save us now — our hope is that God will!
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“For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, ‘In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and trust shall be your strength.’ But you were unwilling…Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you, and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him.
CDHK’s weekend meditation to create “fusion ku” from 2 haiku and then write a “troiku” series, using lines of your fusion haiku. (Free image from pixabay.)
An etheree poem with 10 lines of increasing syllables.This is also a quadrille of 44 words, including the word “fire”. Read more at d’Verse Poets pub
stress
hard pressed
fire’s hot test
find release valve
to manage pressure
start to count love’s good gifts
name all that makes you grateful
hold joy in life’s little moments
live each day with enthusiasm
clinging to hope, you will not crash and burn
It’s calving time on the farm and our manager/son had an emergency appendectomy so he’s laid up for a month. The rest of us are working hard trying to cover for his absence!
Sharing with dVerse…fits earlier prompts for list poem and sensory play.
hope smells
like fresh petrichor
of welcome spring rain
hope tastes
like first juicy tomato
of sun-ripened summer
hope sounds
like migration call
of swan o’er autumn field
hope feels
like flickering flame
of log in winter hearth
For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.
