foreboding

 

How are we wandering Americans to know it’s Canada’s provincial parks camping weekend?  Of course, all campgrounds from Jasper to Banff are overflowing so we drive on. Sun is setting low over the pass when we find a lonely parking lot near trailhead where we can park our pickup camper for the night. Tired of riding, we decide to check out the trail as dusk settles on forest.

Light fades fast in the high country, exaggerating shapes and shadows.  Full skirts of fir trees appear as dark illustrations straight from the Brothers Grimm.  My apprehension only serves to amplify the crunch of pine needles and sounds of skittering.  We meet last pair of hikers coming back down trail and I note they have walking sticks equipped with bear bells.

 

night envelops trees

alpine woods bathed in shadow

autumn falls early

 


Poets at dVerse are writing haibuns and “forest bathing” this week!

hidden in shadow

Dedicated to the family of Henry Wynia, who passed away 8-27-16.

 

Beloved,

bereaved by

an accidental fall

into valley of death’s shadow

dark night of grief

He bottles our tears

father’s life in our Father’s hands

He battles our fears

soul rests in relief

under his strong wings’ shelter

a providential call

comforted by

Beloved.

 


A quadrille/mirror poem linked to dVerse Poets.

why did you?

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Check out the Magnetic Poetry site.

divine chiaroscuro

 

we mark a dark yet holy day

when Light himself was crucified

condemned by men, unjustly tried

 

son suffered, father turned away

wrapped up in gloom, laid in cold tomb

“now God is dead!” the demons say

 

to save from shadow’s curse, light died

we mark a dark yet Good Friday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

color / blind side (the movie)

 
black & white

piano keys strike

dissonance / harmony

depending on whose

muse-ic we choose,

both hands best

fingers caress.

 

moo-ve the blinds

watch the light with

shadows dance / JOY

sway rhythm in room

june bride & groom,

swirl of cream in

a coffee dream.

 

flavor-ful families

diverse by design

see adoption’s option

mix & matchin’ all

shades /// hues

rainbow of one

human race.

photo by lynn

photo by lynn


 
In response to “black & white” prompt at D’verse Poets and in honor of special adoptive families: Bilbys, De Hooghs, De Jongs, Dekkers, Dudens, Gulkers, Jansmas, Koois, Postmas, Ribbens/Horns, Vanden Bergs, Vander Plaats, Wilsons, Wynias, Zomermaands (and others)!

elusive quarry

broad heft of wing span

silent predatory flight

shadow of the owl

photo of Great Gray Owl by Alan Belford, lake placed.com

photo of Great Gray Owl by Alan Belford, lakeplacid.com

mysterious crossing

 

Shiki, one of the Big Five haiku poets, wrote this in classical style:

 

when I looked back,
the man who passed
was lost in the mist

© Masaoka Shiki

 

his haunting haiku inspires my attempt as follows:

 

glance out my window

cloud wisps pass before half moon

glimpse coyote shadows

© lynn

See Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  for prompt and more information.

vitiligo orribile

deep in dark woods stood

bow hunter’s cabin where he’d

left his  daughter that night

reclined near stone hearth

in dying warmth of fire’s embers

lone persona lost to her reading

a yellowed manuscript, an

epochal allegory held in hand,

empty pewter plate on table

she never noticed pair of

luminous eyes in window or

pernicious shadow pushing

open the cabin door…

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Anthony’s challenge to create poem from random gnarly words…used 10 of 12 words