winter’s daZZle

Link to dVerse Poets where Gina invites us to consider “the magic of ordinary things”

 

snow diamonds gliTTer in sunshine

icicle daGGers dangle from rOOf edge

pungent scent distiLLs from pine boughs

haPPy laughter sleDDing down big hiLL

soft faux fur hOOd brushes rosy chEEks

snowflakes sprinkle on kniTTed miTTen

cold hands caRReSS warm bowl of hot chili

 

 

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fuyu no tsuki

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winter moon shining

framed by silhouette of tree

caught in cold night’s web

 

Linking to Frank Tassone‘s prompt on classical “winter moon” kigo…

the last apple

 

Haiku in original French:

Une pomme, seul
dans le verger abandonné

rougissent pour l’hiver

Ⓒ Patrick Blanche

Here is the translation by Michael R. Burch:

One apple, alone
in the abandoned orchard
reddens for winter

Ⓒ Patrick Blanche (Tr. Michael R. Burch)

Add two lines to complete tan renga:

 

autumn rains gently rustle
crow and squirrel wait…patient

Ⓒ lynn__

 

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easter surprises

Etheree poem meets “bouquet and greenery” challenge at Ramblings of a Writer.

 

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festive

easter day

snowy outside

greenery indoors

we expect spring colors

winter white surprises world

garden bulbs hidden underground

bouquet of tulips brightens our feast

celebrate Son who died, then rose to life

 

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photo by lynn

 

 

snow follows easter

 

“The cock crowing in the milky dawn thinks its call raises the sun;” 

                     – René Daumal

 

old cock winter crows

easterly wind heralds storm

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red sun is rising

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku inspired by quote (Carpe Diem Haiku Kai) in less-than-inspiring weather.

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sweet surrender

 

scent of spring rides zephyr

snowman has fallen

battle of seasons

scent of spring rides zephyr

sleet dissolves to rain

winter’s last stand

scent of spring rides zephyr

snowman has fallen

 


A triolet for Weekend Writing Prompt, “fallen”. A triolet consists of 8 lines. Lines1,4 and 7 are the same line repeated. So are lines 2 and 8.

 

frozen razzle dazzle

 

sun dogs howl in cold

temps drop after arctic blast

winter’s shining face

she wears best diamond earrings

snowdrifts sparkle with brilliance

 

 

I couldn’t resist Kiwinana’s tanka prompt, using “winter” and “shining”!

 

 

swoosh of the fukuroo

Join Victoria at dVerse Poets for this week’s haibun prompt: Who? Who? Fukuroo!


 

Late one winter afternoon, I strap on snowshoes, grab my poles and make tracks in powder. The dusky sky glows pale pink as I shush into deep silence. Spruces dusted with fresh snow, wear skirts of blue-hued drifts and beckon me to maneuver their folds. I am tramping a wonderland beneath thin-fingered canopy of ash tree silhouettes. Startled, I flinch as a heavy winged shadow glides closely overhead with a swish-sh-sh of displaced air. An owl swoops low before sweeping onto a bare upper branch fifty yards ahead. I approach cautiously as owl’s head swivels toward me. Notice the unmistakable tufts like ears…it’s the great-horned fukuroo of my dreams!

 

listen, owl’s hooting

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heard often yet rarely seen

great-horned fukuroo!

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

 

 

juicy goodness II

 

kisses sweet as jam

memories of seasons past

blackberry winter

 

 

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Winter Breath – Adrian von Ziegler

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s December theme, Let the Music Inspire You.

 

imprisoned in glass

water still trickles beneath

brittle icicles

swan song on frozen pond

Carpe Diem‘s Japanese Poetry in the Lowlands features Ria Giskes


 

trumpet arrival

first blizzard’s winter whiteout

loud rushing of wings

cygnet-ure snow of season

feathers settle after storm
 

 

Swans - Swan Pictures and more on swans

photo credit: CDHK

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