A Gathering

At our first autumn gathering around the firepit the air is crisp. It is clear change is afoot in more ways than one.

The conversation is at once silly and heartfelt, as it can sometimes be among friends. Everyone just needs a break from all the turmoil.

My gaze move between the flicker of the flames, and the moon.

in the night sky

on this autumn night

the moon wears a mask

of drifting clouds

it comes, and it goes.

Pat R

9/25/2020

For Colleen’s a weekly Tanka Tuesday where the prompt this week is the theme “Night Sky” a Gogyohka Haibun, sorta. To read or to participate go here.

A Beauty

Image credit: Unsplash, and the photographer is Wolfgang Hasselmann

lives close to the earth

an understated beauty

whimsical toadstool –

regal stance conjures tales of a realm

where all toadstools stand tall

Pat R

9/24/20

Pat R

9/24/20

For Colleens Weekly Challenge Tanka Tuesday. This week a Ekphrastic poem with the above photo as the prompt. To read or join in go here.

Autumn

in the tall grass

the start of feathery plumes –

new sign of autumn

Pat R

9/21/20

For Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haiku Challenge where the prompt is to write a haiku with reference to

autumn-spring-equinox-shunbun

To read entries or to participate go here

Stories

Like most homes with kids, bedtime meant stories. In our house, it was tall tales and ghost stories told by my dad.

Learning how to cast shadow puppets against the wall, and tales of shooting and twinkling stars were my favorites. Especially if we had just seen it from the varandah before bedtime. Then, there were the magical tales of the moon. Always the moon.

Ellie and Portia always wanted to know why did the cow jump over the moon? Also, what was the man in the moon doing while this was happening? To this my dad always had an answer, a different one everytime, and more fantastical than the last. Ellie and Portia would get really quiet. Those two – “…In their dreams they sleep with the moon… “

Pat R


9/15/20

For Prosery Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub hosted by Merril where the rule is to use this line in your prose, no alterations, in no more that 144 words.

“In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”

To read and participate go here

New Coolness

This morning is especially gray. I open the door to the lushness of my garden that is still mostly green. I am greeted by a pair of butterflies dancing around the blooms of the butterfly bush. A welcome sight. As I step outside cupping my mug of tea, I note that it is cooler than I thought. It feels like autumn has taken hold.

new coolness

butterflies brighten gray as
autumn calls

Pat R

9/15/20

For Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haiku Challenge where the prompt is New Coolness. To read or to participate go here

Warnings

Here we are again face to face with the lack of action on climate change. Thick skulls, will this ever penetrate!

blood red skies

resolute warning –

wild fires

Pat R

9/11/20

A haiku for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday where the prompt words are synonyms for Hint & Bold. I used Warning & Resolute.

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COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 194 #SYNONYMSONLY