canada geese back
welcome migrants from the north
spring comes with the wind
soon build nest on their island
papa goose protects new brood
posting poetic prose
06 May 2024 3 Comments
in tanka Tags: geese, island, nest, spring, wind
canada geese back
welcome migrants from the north
spring comes with the wind
soon build nest on their island
papa goose protects new brood
12 Mar 2024 25 Comments
in ekphrastic Tags: daffodils, narcissus, orchard, spring, turtledove
farewell, white lion; we hear spring’s love call,
lone turtledove coos like sentinel in orchard;
schoolgirl swings carefree from supple branch as
she and tree both bud-burst into double smiles.
sun’s gaze reflects golden dawn on water and
we breathe in heady floral of narcissus blooms;
drink goblet of lemon beauty offered by daffodils,
open beautiful eyes to every greening possibility!
Merril hosts dVerse poetics incorporating names of daffodil varieties (in italic) and a painting by Alfred Sisley (1881) entitled, “Orchard in Spring”.
21 Apr 2023 2 Comments
in tanka Tags: robin, seasons, snow, spring, wind, winter
winter won’t let go
snow blows, sun beats, clouds recoil
tug-o-war with spring
robin redbreast looks confused
water in birdbath frozen
18 Apr 2023 19 Comments
in sevenling Tags: birdbath, sparrows, spring, twitter
A window view with dVerse poets….
i rake dead leaves
pick up fallen sticks
fill birdbath to brim
seven sparrows
fritter in chirpy circle
twitter reflectively on rim
lazy gaze out window sees spring days peep in
04 Oct 2020 5 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: apple trees, fall, honey bees, spring
The vers beaucoup (French) is a poetic form meaning “many rhymes”, with 4-line stanzas. Linking to https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/03/saturday-mix-lucky-dip-3-october-2020/
i hear fall call from stone wall
to all apple trees and honey bees,
as you please, give your best for fall fest,
then rest…we will sing, come spring!
19 Feb 2020 14 Comments
in ekphrastic Tags: bulb, garden, irises, leaves, spring, van gogh
i begin as
dry ivory bulb
asleep in deep dark
until warmth stirs from
far away as sunshine
whispers, “come to me”
i stretch
uncurling in
moist brick soil
insects tickling my
pale skin as it peels off
with sigh, “love, arise!”
i reach up
to throw off the
heaviness of garden
bed’s blanket and am
blinded by yellow light
crying, “it’s spring!”
i grow long
sabered leaves
of vibrant green to
drink in cool rain and
shelter tender buds with
promise, “we’ll dance!
i bloom in
profuse blue hues
from cerulean to indigo
unfurling petaled banners
to reveal frilly stamens and
sing, “behold life’s beauty!”
i fade as
sun sets in gold;
plucked from roots
glory slowly wanes as
flowered energy wilts with
a moan, “remember me.”
25 Nov 2019 Leave a comment
in tanka Tags: party, spring, tea, veranda, warbler
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s weekend tanka challenge…
A spring warbler casts
A dropping on the rice cakes —
The veranda edge. © Basho
you little party pooper
ruined our afternoon tea! © lynn__
14 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in haiku, haiku series Tags: fog, grass, green, joy, sparrows, spring
Continuing series for retreat at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai….
XIX.
sun burns away fog
coaxes spring’s newly green grass
sparrows twitter joy
08 Apr 2019 3 Comments
in haiku, haiku series Tags: days, joy, lent, light, minutes, spring
A fresh installment for Carpe Diem’s retreat: joy of light
XVI.
lenten days lengthen
light increases by minutes
joy of spring coming
open tightly closed windows
inviting fresh clean breeze in!
24 Feb 2019 2 Comments
in tan renga Tags: chestnut, crane, flowers, frost, moon, spring, traveler
A tan renga challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai…original haiku by Basho followed by 2-line renga response by me 🙂
slowly spring
is making an appearance
moon and plum
fresh scent of opening buds
wafts sweetly on white moonbeams
crane and feathers
in a black robe
clouds of flowers
hungry crane dips into pond
scattered petals float away
a traveler’s heart
it also should look like
chinquapin flowers
chinese chestnut tree in bloom
curious tendrils reach out
moon past full
the beginning of a little more
darkness
gibbous seasons slowly change
beauty ripens over time
moon and flowers
the stupidity pricked by a needle
entering the colder season
stark white stars piercing black night
sharpness in the evening chill
first frost
when mums start to feel chilly
I get a cotton waist warmer
it’s time for scarves and sweaters
spring buds’ whispered memory
Haiku © Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
Renga © lynn__
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