cool palette interrupted

 

winter’s white garden

icicles cling to blue spruce

empty red birdhouse

 

 

to survive snowstorm

across this frozen prairie, winter blows
strong blizzard gale bullwhips up fallen snow
we shiver, polar-cold, wind’s frightful roar
and add thick logs to embers burning low

such fierceness could freeze creature to the core
if wait exposed;  come, safe inside closed door
we offer mugs to drink in warming flow
and reminisce of summer sun-swept shores

 


Rubaiyat: The ruba’i is a classical Persian quatrain or double couplet of 4 lines and having rhyme scheme either AABA or AAAA. A collection of more than one quatrain is called a rubaiyat.

Edward Fitzgerald popularized the form in English. He chose iambic pentameter, generally 10-syllable lines with alternating accents, for the meter and used the AABA rhyme scheme. Having the unrhymed third line allows the poet to use that sound from the first quatrain as the main rhyming sound in the next quatrain, connecting the stanzas.

My thanks to Frank at dVerse Poets for this information on the rubaiyat form!

red amaryllis

Joining Kristjaan’s prompt at Carpe Diem with winter “kigo”, amaryllis.


 

celebrating sixth

winter of granddaughter’s birth

given grace to bloom

 

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kazahana

 

winter artistry

pointed in six directions

crystalline magic

shaped sharply symmetrical

an original design

 

 

 

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!

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