Wild fire roars through the hillside
Lick of flames releasing crumbling embers skyward like a belching dragon
With cinders on the fly furthering its cause
wild fire smoulders
flames refuse to be subduded –
nature’s wildest child
stoked by whipping winds fury
on insatible rampage
Pat R
1/13/20
For
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
https://ronovanwrites.com/
& for dVerse Poets pub where the prompt word is, “Roar” for quadrille monday
It is the day before Thanksgiving and it seems everyone is out picking up last minute items. People are everywhere and the traffic is crazy as impatient horns blare.
I reach into my pocket and her list, hand written in pencil, is crumpled around my keys. I fish it out, smoothing it as I squint to read :-
Red peppers
Green peppers
Ginger
Onions
Scallions
Garlick
Greatnut ice cream
Bizzy
Bizzy, she makes tea from this. “Good for the knees”, she says while rubbing it. I still have trouble figuring out which of her home remedies are mostly old wives tales. That matters not, though. It’s what she gets from it. I suspect they have more to do with her refusing to just give up. Or, to leave her fate in the hands of another.
Arthritis is taking its toll. That right knee is markedly larger than the left. So it can’t be comfortable. And she has given up on doctors. “They’re not doing anything for me, they’re just rifling through my insurance”, she complains. And soldiers on.
At age 87, she is still a warrior!
sparrows in a ruckus
above the roar of traffic –
how’s this possible?
I pause – from atop street light
an unlikely burst of nature
Pat R
11/29/19
A Tanka haibun having to do with giving thanks for things great and small. For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen’s, also over at Frank Tassone’s Poetry Challenge where the prompt is Thanksgiving.
It is near autumn in my garden. Brown patches of dried leaves are here and there. They were caught up in the tussle between the hibiscus, and the strangling pumpkin vine from the neighbors yard. That thing had the hibiscus by the neck, in a deep bow, with two weighty pumpkins hanging off it.
The other vines that climbed the dangling cable are now crispy and brown. They owe their fate to the other pumpkin vine that was headed their way. It had to be stopped.
the lantern flower
as still as the morning air
the last pop of color
Pat R
10/07/19
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
where the prompt is Air & Lantern
In the garden, a sweet scent romps with the occasional gust. A small tree that once lived in the shadow of the mulberry, is now rich with scented blooms.
at the heart of the
butterfly’s dance, the sweet scent
of blooms – warm spring day
Pat R
5/21/19
For dVerse poets where it’s quadrille monday and Kim is hosting. The prompt is “Rich”
&
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is Sweet & Heart
In my garden at springtime I am always tempted to snap dried-up looking twigs. Most of the time I resist the urge only to be pleasantly surprised with tender shoots. One would think I would learn from this and leave well enough alone. But, being human each year it’s the same.The entity involved in these encounters probably just rolls it’s eyes and continue on to finding it’s way. Maybe someday.
new journey
uninterrupted
fate fulfilled
Pat R
4/26/19
For Cee’s Photography Challenge #Flower of the Day #FOTD
Pear blossoms. This is from my pear tree. I planted it myself and it actually lived to be a tree bearing fruit. It was a big hit with the neighbors. They were helping me count how many pears we on the tree for the first time:))
It has been some years now. But still, every year, I am amazed!
every spring
right at my doorstep
living art
Pat
4/25/19
This is for Cee’s Photography for Flower of The Day Challenge. #FOTD.
My weekend is firmly in the aces column when I get to browse the farmer’s market. It has the air of a mini festival.
.
it smells like spring
hyacinth and lavendar glory in
the afternoon sun
even the bees
are browsing
the farmer’s market
Pat R
4/09/19
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