Time

mvimg_20190430_1115413842404645803924220This not so new thing on everyone’s lips have led to unrest. The killing of George Floyd led to a diverse sunami of humanity taking to the streets. It looks and feels like a cohesive quilt. It feels like change.

not again –
this awakening
rests firmly
in the hands of time, will this last
or shatter like fragile glass

Pat R

6/08/20

A Tanka haibun for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge where the prompt is “Break & Glass”

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Nearly Spring

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This winter felt like a misnomer for most of the time. It has been marked with extraordinarily picturesque skies. Everytime I turned my camera skyward there was that little voice. Nature reminding me that at the very heart of such beauty, may be global warming.

As spring creeps in, I keep waiting for the charm of a proper snowfall. This unseasonably warm winter  seem to have fooled no one but me. The young leaves of the butterfly bush takes a stand. They look sturdy and healthy. They’re not going anywhere, despite their encounter with a transient snowfall. They’ve suffered no harm.

spring comes alive
plant pots at the garden’s edge
wore winter like clutter

Pat R

2/03/2020

Dverse Poets Pub where Frank Tassone is hosting Haibun Monday and the prompt is “Spring”

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are “Charm & Harm”

For Eugenia’s Challenge where the prompt word is “Alive”

 

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”.

Haibun Monday @dVerse Poets

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On the rural route up to the mountains there’s much to see. Horses grazing in fields, and farm houses with red barns and silohs. It’s really like driving through a postcard setting. I’ve seen crows on the side of the road picking at a carcass, and a majestic eagle soar from it high perch keeping an eye on them. But, I’ve yet to see a snow owl. Their domain is the dark of night, while the earth sleeps under a blanket of snow. Though I’ve not seen them, they might have seen me. When the snow on the ground makes light the night. And I slip out onto the porch into the arms of the night. So, I wait for that someday when I get to experience seeing or hearing a snow owl. Till then they live in my imagination.

a hoot here, then there
in the shadows of the moon –
snow owl’s made a match

Pat R

11/13/17

For

Fukuroo–Who? Who? Who? dVerse Haibun Monday