hold no regrets

snow birds flee midwest

home for warmer climes

south but cool vortex dips

down to hitch a ride atop

their fifth-wheel camper;

wear winter coats to ward

off winds pushing against

leaf-stripped palms around

covered swimming pool…

Hint: no place like home ?!


Mish hosts quadrille prompt at dVerse: can you take a hint?

God speaks in…

his world and word

his son and spirit

preaching and prophecy

truth and beauty

love and justice

surprise coincidences

faithful providences

miraculous signs

music of planets

rhythm of seasons

acts of service

suffering of martyrs

laughter of children

rustle of wind

rumble of thunder

lightning strike

roaring fire

quiet waters

gentle whispers

still small voice

…are you listening?

falling for fall

A Villonnet is a hybrid of the Villanelle and the Sonnet. It has the Iambic Pentameter of both, but holds the four-stanza/line structure of the sonnet, while utilizing the two-line rhyme nature of the villanelle. The final stanza replaces the sonnet couplet with a typical villanelle tercet.  Linking this villonnet to Grace’s prompt at dVerse Poets pub. I was NOT going to write about fall, but here it is…

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i sit on deck to soak in warm sunshine
this end of summer’s glow suits my skin fine
fat cats watch scene from shade and lounge around
piped wind chimes’ gentle song is only sound

forgotten apple falls from top of tree
while butterflies migrate, bees cap honey
red leaves whirl past as if in joyful dance
a celebration of autumn’s last chance

ripe orange pumpkins lie hidden in field
as drying crops will soon their harvest yield
pheasants and deer will feast upon the corn
bred cows will glean before blizzards are born

today, september stays my favorite month
until the wind turns cold out of the north
then i will dream with birds of drifting south

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NOTE: Line 1 is to be repeated as lines 8 and 13, and line 4 is repeated as lines 12 and 15. I neglected to repeat any lines, not a true villonnet…may have to rework sometime!

photo by lynn__

summer shower

backyard maple tree

washes her leafy head

in morning downpour

then towels long hair

to dry in afternoon’s

prairie wind until the

fresh evening petrichor

beckons me outdoors

to pick up fallen sticks;

loose hairs shed after

miss maple’s shampoo.

taken by storm

Linking to dVerse where Bjorn hosts onomatopoeia poetry prompt…


clouds gather darkly
thunder rrrumbles
wind whooshes wild
through trembling trees;
leaves twitter with ppips
of raindrops…plopps on
gravel road…drumms atop
car roof; aloof to river rapids
churling, swirling swiftly along,
rushing, gushing underneath
old bridge as it creaks rustily.

Klondike bridge

before the greening


canada geese back
welcome migrants from the north
spring comes with the wind

soon build nest on their island
papa goose protects new brood


Sandy Hollow in April – photo by lynn

winter wrangling

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winter won’t let go
snow blows, sun beats, clouds recoil
tug-o-war with spring
robin redbreast looks confused
water in birdbath frozen

spring zephyr

south wind
it blows wildly
sound rushes through treetops
directional wave of grass
pushes

 

pushes
squeaky windmill
empty swings randomly
hapless birds trying to fly straight
tired

 

tired
of the battle
we walk along with wind
find fallen branches to pick up
gather

 

gather
gardening tools
desire to plant flowers
but fear wind will beat petals off
too strong

 

too strong
mow lawn instead
fragrant clippings breeze by
young squirrels chase each other’s tails
south wind

 


Cinquain chain (5 stanzas of 5 lines each) in Crapsey form (2-4-6-8-2 syllable lines) connecting with Laura, our host for MTB challenge at dVerse Poets

hurricane warning

Extreme winds and seaweed-filled storm surge during Hurricane Dennis.

Extreme winds and seaweed-filled storm surge during Hurricane Dennis. Key West, Florida. (Mike Theiss/National Geographic/Getty Images)

torrential downpour

beats against shuttered windows

winds rip off shingles

ears glued to weather channel

till electricity quits

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My response to the Sunday time challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.  Landlocked in Iowa, I’m glad we never experience hurricanes directly…we have tornadoes!

power of presence

Quadrille (44 words) on Lisa’s “abide” theme for dVerse. Based on Mark 4:35-41. (Background is Moseley Waves blue wallpaper)

Yesterday, Pastor John Lee preached on this text and reminded us that although God might not calm the storm outside, or quiet the storm inside us, Jesus always remains with us “in the boat”.

summer evening

firefly

longing for the grass
at the bottom of the pool
those fireflies.

© Buson

longing for the grass
blades wave under prairie wind
rustle in ditches

at bottom of pool
crawdads and minnows asleep
moon passes over

elusive fireflies
hide in long grasses near pond
flicker on and off

© lynn

 


Image and troiku challenge celebrating Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s 7th anniversary!

do you know?

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do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?

when north wind breathes fresh worship
over cornfield of heavy stalks bowed down
as ripe apples bless orchard with abundance
and tumbleweeds dance across rural road?

when crispy leaves gather in harvest pile
over rich soil fully yielded to waning sun
as pumpkins swell with orange-ribbed grace
and squirrel chatters praise for scattered nuts?

do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?

 

 


The beginning (and ending) question is from Pablo Neruda’s El Libro de las Preguntas.

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