October skies Covid-blue / clear as a bell
call for an end to summer’s heat
time for one last shinning / one last gasp.
Leaves present their colorful eulogy
leaving marks on flat smooth stones
lacking summer’s warmth.
As days close in, winter’s chilling bony finger
beckons us enter her icy sepulchral interment.
White snow blankets eulogies soon forgotten
as we rest / tucked in peaceful compost slumber,
awaiting life’s resurrection / sure to come.
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Open link night at d’Verse. A Spring Haiku reflection for me!
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
It may seem the waiting is is driving us bonkers. We are asked to stay at home and not gather with our friends or extended family. But, instead of feeling trapped, find freedom in what’s going on all around. Spring is bursting forth in all its glory. It doesn’t wait for any virus. Count your blessings, open your eyes, and know this too shall pass.
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
My Geranium
I had a visit today from an Eastern Blue Grosbeak. He comes to my feeder a few times a year. I am not sure if they are migrating or just tend to stay away. I always like seeing their gorgeous striking colors. This bird was hungry. He hopped right into the cage and ate for five minutes. I thought he would fly away when I got closer to get these photos, but he kept right on eating. It was wonderful to see him again.
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The first spring flowers appear yellow gold along the creek. As I looked closer, I saw a tiny ant crawling on a petals. I wonder what drives ants. Is it simply instinct or do they actually think about what they are doing. Are they just robots of the creator, or do they like we, think beyond themselves and wonder, “What else is out there?”
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Quadrille Monday at d’Verse and De Jackson asked us to use the word close or a form of it in our poem of exactly 44 words.
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Frank Tassone asked us to write a Haikai poem that refers to the East Wind.
