a small garden snail
stretch out on hydrangea leaf
bird eyes its next meal
snail pulls back into his shell
the old dance of deception

Pat R


Daily Prompt : Fraud


Daily Haiku Challenge






Quiet Surrender

asway in hammock
wrapped in the arms of nature
quiet surrender
to sound of tumbling creek
and the wind in trees, healing

Pat R


For Carpe. Diem. Haiku Prompt: Wordlessness

( an exceptional weekend)
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Into The Sea


melting into the sea
the full moon
leaves a candle bright (Jane Reichhold)

blanket of dry maple leaves
crunch beneath my feet autumn’s gone

Pat R


  1. Carpe.Diem.Haiku
  2. Daily Haiku Challenge

Red Leaf

one red leaf
brought by autumn wind
sits alone
at my door others scattered
farther still I pause beguiled

Pat R


Daily Haiku Challenge

For Carpe. Diem. Haiku



Distilled from the Robert Frost (1874-1963) poem:


O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call.
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.


Spirit & Joy

october surprise
warm air linger at fall’s edge
north wind in limbo
spirit of the holidays
waits joyfully in the wind

Pat R


For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge


Gift & Song

I was on the highway at midnight, here in NYC in light traffic, a rare happening in these parts. Over the airways, came this song. I had no idea who it was. After the song the DJ from WBGO (a jazz station out of Newark, NJ) said the title, Black Lace Freudian Slip. It was sung by René Marie who was soon to appear at The Jazz Standard in the city.

As it turns out, The Jazz Standard was downstairs from what was to become my favorite rib joint /southern food restaurant in the city. Its name is The Blue Smoke. I love that name!

And by the way, by downstairs I mean the basement, only with a measure of elegance.

I had no idea that the two shared an address. But not too long before this night, I caught a moment of a talk show panel talking barbecue on TV. On it was the owner of Blue Smoke telling the story of how he came up with the name for his restaurant. It was “named after the curl of blue smoke that rises out of perfectly smoked meat”. This was a part of a conversation he had had with a BBQ Pitmaster about the nuances of barbecuing and smoking meat.

This song grabbed ahold of me. The song, the voice, the craftsmanship of the arrangement rings of old school. I had to go experience this in person.  I got my friends together and we made reservations for dinner and a show.  After dinner, we were walked from the restaurant, through the kitchen, sort of, to the performance venue. We got the pick of the seating. We felt like VIPs. Aaaaah!!! So well worth it.


sassy lyrics
woven through haunting rhythm
of full bodied bass
this gift in song wound its way
to tippy-toes of my soul

Pat R



The song:  Black lace freudian Slip


For Colleens. Weekly Poetry Challenge : Prompt Gift & Song


Voice & Watch

voice of the wind a
deafening roar, nature’s wrath
mourns human antics
unbalance mother nature
her response, watch what happens

Pat R



Colleen’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Voice & Watch