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

 

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photo by lynn

 

 

as the farmer…life

 

as intense eyes

scan darkening skies,

playful wind flaps shirt sleeves.

 

as strong shoulders

stack square hay bales,

rising dust covers tanned skin.

 

as nimble feet

climb grain bin ladder,

straw chaff infiltrates flaxen hair.

 

as skillful hands

manipulate diverse tools,

old grease wedges under fingernails.

 

as experienced ears

attune engines musical noise,

stale soybeans nest in jean pockets.

 

as determined teeth

test corn kernel moisture,

rich manure clings to chore boots.

 

as gentle arms

carry bawling calf or kitten,

pelting rain drips off seed cap bill.

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This is a “list poem”, 

inspired by and dedicated to my farmer.

Linked to d’Verse Poets