Autumn Wind Talking

The morning wears the humidity like a cloak. Through still air, the cries of the hawk from the tree canopy. He seizes the opportunity to buzz the red tailed squirrels, bringing to a halt their morning romp. The morning gaggle of geese wander through like they own the place. All a part of the morning routine around here.

 

early morning walk
flutter ripple through trees – soon,
autumn wind talking

Pat R

9/08/18

For Frank Tassone’s Poetry Challenge where the ptompt is Autumn Wind

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For dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday

 

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Hiroshima – Little Boy

Hiroshima. It was such a horrendous time. One would think that lessons learned, would prevent the world from such embroilment ever again. Yet, here we all are. With more than one lunatic at the helm. How did we get here?
sitting on the curb
a stunned little boy – quaking,
hiroshima

Pat R

8/06/18

Today is Hiroshima Memorial Day and over @ dVerse, Frank is hosting Haibun Monday

A haibun for dVerse Poets Pub: Hiroshima

 

Summer Vacation

We are at the back end of the summer. Vacation eases to a close. It feels as though it has mostly been a stormy summer. The garden loves it though, It’s gone wild. Today it’s time for a day at the beach. To be wrapped in ocean breeze and be reminded how small a part I play in this space. Waves scramble ashore, erasing footprints. Tiny gulls rush in for newly arrived treats, and the sun makes the smoothe sand shine.

sound of waves
treking through my dreams –
summer day

Pat R

8/05/18

For Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge: Summer Holiday

A Look Back

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A humble room, the bed is pushed up against the green wall. The iron head board bobs with every childish wiggle.
The half dresser half wardrobe was the shiniest thing in the room. The most facinating for us as kids was my mom’s pedal operated Singer sewing machine. That was at the front of the room, near the window. The daylight was better there.

At dusk, the kerosene lamp sits on the dinner table offering light through its glass shade. On it the white inscription, “HOME SWEET HOME”. As we sat in bed, waiting for my dad we can barely contain our excitement. It was time for bedtime stories with pictures cast in shadows against the wall.

tall tales of nature –
duck quacks, wiggles his tail
tadpole on his back

Pat

7/24/18

For dVerse Poets Pub, for responses go here

 

Dusk

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There is something calming about watching the sun ease over the edge of the horizon. Skies meet ocean, the dawn of dusk. It feels like a rendezvous with hints of new beginnings. As Day moves into the arms of night my thoughts turn to hopes for the next day. I exhale. I sense a chance to regroup, and give way to the start of something new – cloud free.

dawn of spring..
through shards of melting snow
purple crocus

Pat R

4/17/18

For Haibun Monday @ dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is Dusk