Sweeping

                      Lucien Levy-Dhurmer -writingasitcomes-autumn-girl-hair-leaves

Long lost from my ears
Squalls and ancients’ blustering
Announce autumn’s time

Journey #Haiku

A small tribute to Basho, a great inspiration to me.  He published his haiku under several names, including Tosei, or “Green Peach,” out of respect for the Chinese poet Li Po, whose name translates to “White Plum.”  After a gift of basho trees from one student in 1680, the poet began to write under the name Basho.

Green Peach’s words bloom
Under guidance of White Plum
Basho trees are born

Frivolity, My heart

Wouldst thou call
on love’s embrace
and its clumsy cuffs
of flimsy lace
to wrap warmly
and surround thee

when spectral lights
adorn the sky,
and snow ghosts,
haughty, loom at night
only to come and haunt thee,

and if thou were touched by such
as she and her lustrous trumpery,
wouldst thou still forswear
under this black maire,
our undying love, but yet vow
to leave me?

Wouldst thy call on it?

Autumn’s Shriek

Summer is hushed now
Autumn’s lowly howl murmurs
Bring on the chatter?

Kinhin #DailyHaikuChallenge

Contemplate your path
Walk among forests of green
Breathe in nature’s zen

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Peaceful Noise #DailyHaikuChallenge

Winds are silent breaths
When autumn’s howling winds rage
Sieved by bare branches

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Between the Cracks #DailyHaikuChallenge

Winter storm’s deep breaths
Reanimate grasping hands
Snow cannot be caught

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Such a Tiny Thing

Sing little bird,
fly overhead,
rest in the trees’
wavering breeze.

Lift the curtain high at dawn
let the flickering candles yawn.

Tall trees aglow,
clouds full of snow,
laden with light,
sing black on white,
snow flurry sneeze
small feathers freeze.

Fly little bird
lift up and fight,
go little bird
circle the light,
sleep little bird,
a peaceful goodnight.

Try little bird,
lift your wings while you’re still singing
soon the night will warm your dreaming.

Fly little bird
reach for the night,
go little bird,
shy winter’s light.

Warm your body, melt the snow
for the daylight crisp below.

Go little bird,
sleep little bird,
find the songs you sweetly sing,
nestle there ’til winter’s still.

Go little bird,
up to the night,
fly little bird
soundly tonight.

See the moon she’s smiling for you
shivering stars their arms are open too,

so go little bird,
fly little bird,
high little bird,
hush little bird,

soon will come the voices of the morn
joyous little creature of our dawn.

Go little bird,
fly little bird,
sleep little bird,
twilight is heard.
Go little bird…
go.

Golden #Cinquain

 

Silence
rests at sunrise,
invisibly weaving
golden clouds on the looms that are
branches.

Changes #DailyHaikuChallenge

 

Autumn’s twilight nears
Fleeting farewells greet snowfall
In shafts of sunlight

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