Monday Haibun – Transition

At this time of year
it’s always in the air
A hunger I can’t define
This hunger I must abide
Spinkled with the dust of melancholy
Rounding the borders of sadness
Hoping always that it doesn’t quite come to that but,
At this time of year
it’s always in the air

another rose blooms
even as autumn holds tight –
change cares for itself

Pat R

11/29/18

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt today is change: “Transition”.

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Hunger & Strike

a case of hunger
birds stay in striking distance,
snowberry thickets

Pat R

10/29/18

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is Strike & Hunger

Autumn Has Come

It is time once again to journey
to the fall foliage of the mountains
Meadows and valleys are drenched in autumn colors
Autumn has come –

The number of horses in my favorite meadow has grown to four – a foal gallops
Mountain meanders across gray skies
Smoke curls from chimneys once hidden
Autumn has come –

The first thing always, is a walk to the creek
Fallen maple leaves lend a vibrant crunch
in song with the bouncy, joyful creek
Yes. Up high in the mountains,
Autumn has come.

Pat R

10/25/18

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is a poem with Repetition. Have a visit here.

https://dversepoets.com/2018/10/25/mtb-repetition/

Autumn Journey

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It was the weekend. I did not have to work.  Plus, I had another couple of days off. So, as is usual, we pile into the car and head off to Ole Rickety.  Ole Rickety is an old farm house out in the country, in a small town three hours outside of the city. It sits on a wide open space in the shadows of twin maple trees with pine trees  off to its sides. To the back of Ole Rickety is a creek, some who have visited say, “this is no creek, it’s a river!”

It is melodious, and can be thunderous at times. The water runs swiftly and it is cold. Miniature waterfalls and rapids abound and it is calming. Access to the creek requires climbing down stadium-seating boulders. So there is always a good spot to sit and be mesmerized by its show.

Here, one can perfect the art of doing nothing. It is a country place that is great for getaways fit for rejuvenation of the soul, and for getting lost in a book and climbing onto its pages. It is a place for re-discovering yourself, hearing yourself think and for sleeping like you slept before you had responsibilities.

The true country experience starts with the journey. The ride up from the city is therapeutic in itself. The country route lends itself to breathtaking mountain views. The interplay between soaring mountain peaks and deep valleys are the stuff postcards are made of.  Throughout the journey, there are wide open spaces with old farm houses sporting long- abandoned grain silos. It is very picturesque.

The Fall is my favorite time of year. On arrival, and on exiting the car, the cool crisp air of the mountains is filled with the smells from wood burning fireplaces.  Nature’s Fall colors are in full regalia. It’s heady and intoxicating! A shutter bugs dream!

PR

9/29/2012

I wrote this a while ago, thought I would recycle it for dVerse Poetic prompt.

Journeys – Tuesday Poetics

Hollow’s Eve

At the entrance of the grave yard
the old willow stands its ground

whispy strands flailing in wind
Their flounce, still do abound

Negotiating and bargaining
With spirits’ wish to uncleave

Who will earn the early pass
to the stroll on All Hollow’s Eve?

Pat R

10/22/18

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt
Is “Early”. A very Halloweeny  quadrille, a 44 word poem.
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