Troiku – Autumn

Posted on October 12, 2022 by jazzytower

autumn gusts

swirling cloud of colors

tucked in autumns chill

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autumn gusts

the earth takes a turn

a time of renewal

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swirling cloud of colors

alive in the autumn sun –

the rustle tells the tale

……………………………………….

tucked in autumns chill

a gaggle of geese takes flight

squirrels run here, then there

Pat

10/12/2022

For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleens @ Wordcraft Poetry. Challenge this week is a Specific Form Troiku. The Troiku is a form created by Chèvrefeuille at

https://carpediemtroikuworld.blogspot.com/2015/10/welcome.html.

Kerfe Roig selected a syllabic form for this weeks prompt at Word Craft..to read more about it go here

Morning Walk

Posted on September 9, 2022 by jazzytower

Pat

Artful Squirrel

Posted on November 14, 2021 by jazzytower

toting a prize

bigger than his head –

artful dodger

Pat

11/14/21

Challenges

Posted on May 11, 2021 by jazzytower

nearly scampering

across my feet, a squirrel

in flight from a cat

living – even in the wild

never without challenges

Pat R
5/11/21

For Tanka Tuesday where the prompt words over at Colleens are synonyms for Life & Move

life…living

move… fly (flight)

I used Living & Flight.. I know, “flight might be reaching a little🙂

To read or participate go here

Evening Sky

Posted on August 5, 2020 by jazzytower

high wire act

squirrel scrambles

across evening sky

Pat R

8/04/20

Uproar

Posted on April 5, 2020 by jazzytower

(With all her antics, I googled her..a Northern Mockingbird)

This backyard of mine is at once a wild kingdom and a comedy skit. Yesterday was a gray, chilly and windy day bearing no resemblance to spring. I looked out to see her, the bird living in my tree that is, entering her nest.

The wind has been toying with that small tree all day. Really tossing it to and fro. I am thinking this was the reason for the loud twittering that had been filling the air on and off all day. A squirrel, traisping across the back fence found himself on the run. The nesting bird chased him down
and pecked him in the ass. I’ve never seen that before. I guess he was closer than she wanted him to be to her nest.

Today there was a repeat. Only, this time he was racing up and down the main trunk of the neighbor’s very tall tree and she was in hot pursuit! What is with this bird! Maybe they’re just friends. Romping. Or, maybe they’re just as crazy as us humans.

clouds scurrying

across a not so full moon –

spring feels out of sink

Pat R

4/04/20

NaPoWriMo