Winter grants Fall's wish for an encore flower dance, frost procrastinates. Nature splendor yields a harvest of abundance, Thankfulness expressed. Wintry winds whistling Indian Summer's last stance Bowing gracefully #haikusaturday)
Fairytale Fishin' Let’s go to the pond. Fairytale fishing is best- when Gramps comes along. No buckets, no boats, And no carrying large totes. Just Grandpa and me. A pole in each hand Crickets wait by the pond bank Gramps catches our bait. A nibble, a tug- A fisherman feels the line- Waits to jerk the hook. A flip-flopping, splash Reeling in a big fat bass. Little ones go free.
My Grand is an alien, not the kind from outer space but another place. Tock-Tick, tock-tick, tock Grand's house mingles with the past Time ripples backward What, no game controls! Grand's and electronic foe But, I'm never bored. Grand swishes me off to hunt for hidden treasures with only one clue. Treasures lie within. Only the bravest of braves dare enter-'Boardroom' She's a game wizard I'm the assigned scorekeeper We battle with cards. Grand's the marble champ Her marbles have names-Galaxy Star Dust, Jupiter. The universe rules. She's the brightest star around I believe it's true. We follow all rules though we rearrange a few Mom is cool with that. I pick the veggies. Cheesy cheese and pizza sauce topping my deep crust. Peel, double whop-POP! Biscuits laid out, cut in half. Fried, light, and golden. Crispy and warm, Yum! Sprinkle on sugar dust for a delicious treat. Sometimes, I forget Hold your tongue, hang your towel after the shower. Growing up is hard. Every day learning is new. But I'm not alone. Grand's shoulder is there. Reminding me of blessings in following rules. Mom's dismayed to see fingerprint flowers displayed on the windowpanes. Leave them there, my dear. They remind me Hope was here. Then Grand winks at me. We made those flowers with air breaths and fingerprints intentionally. We watch old movies reels, tapes or DVDs. How can that be me? But it was Momma giggling with Granny Sue swinging from my tree. Tock tick, tick tock tick The clock chimes it's time to go Love you, see you soon. Mom, I hear you say that Grand is an alien Is that really true? Just bits of silliness, dear. Grand said the same thing about Granny Sue. We were best buddies. She loved me like Grand loves you. Granny was special. Yesteryears refer to another time and place. Now, I understand. Grandbabies creates rite of passage for all parents to become GRAND>
A vain impression
of my imagination;
Real or not, I see.
Sonoran Desert Nature’s pollen connector Saguaro Cactus Leptos fly at night, guided by scented highways. Time their migration. Flower-powered bats following the nectar trail, hunt by smell and sight. Mutual survival Eco-system sustainers Man, land, and the Bat.
A mind free to think Imagines, reasons, then decides to act with forethought. Haiku by RL Brown
CS Lewis said that imagination is key to reason. But your mind must be clear, lucid; looking beyond instant gratification to see a reasonable danger. Reason trains the mind, imagination helps you see beyond what you know. Reason will test, decipher, and separate subtleties that snare. You are ready to think -to act beyond just yourself.
The drug trap. A mind clouded by dreadful need. The loss of love for others and cherished memories turns to disdain. Careless attitude of life that drags you down into the depths of despair. Despair, so great that it takes you over an unimaginable cliff. Drugs trap you in a body and steal your life and freedom.
To imagine means to explore possibilities, reasons is to weigh actions with consequences with a depth of understanding and proceed with full knowledge, ready to bear consequences. Marx was an elitist fool who lived off others and yet abandoned his children to starvation. Marx was a type of man who celebrated the death of his uncle, so he could live off his Uncle’s wealth without producing any of his own. China and Russia only pulled out of poverty because they allowed for free enterprise. Our country is not perfect but it allows for everyone life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness… and all that goes with that, great success or great failure.
A mind free to think will imagine, reason, and then decide to act. R L Brown
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
Romans 12:2 Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.
The Last Harvest by RL Brown
Wind rustles the leaves. Trees shimmer yawning deeply, Anticipation. Autumn equinox, the balance of light and dark, time juncture converts. Turn your face eastward. Fall moon on the horizon blazing golden hues. Extravagant colors! A migratory birds last song. Light wanes for evening. Nature splendor yields a harvest of abundance, Thankfulness expressed. Inner autumn calls, time to embrace season’s change. The wind howls for rest. Light narrows yet shines. Truth displayed for all to see, God’s bountiful grace. Rapture of the church The last harvest, winter comes. Weary souls find rest.
For me, a Haiku is a 17 syllable verse that captures an image or moment that touches the heart when the reader grasps its meaning.
Some are still a work in progress.
The Haiku is a seventeen syllable verse, image or moment. or of a timed momment Grasped by the reader, meaning captured by the heart, flows with emotions. filled with emotions.
Kindness ripples when interjected precisely and rips through meanness.
Summer soybean fields Winter conifer forests Fall, hide from hunters.
Winter grants Fall's wish for an encore flower dance, frost procrastinates. Indian Summer Harvest-in, farmer's delight- Sweet whispers of thanks.
Romantic at heart Curious, Cautious, Clever Nature's lake builders Habitat framers Charming artisan As busy as a- beaver (WIP)
Rudbeckia titters Stretching roots in fertile earth. Butterfly frolics More butterlies play-
Hidden Object The only reason I've never been snake-bitten; I pound when I walk. The object I seek is blatantly obvious. but it's not a snake.
A trim crimson comb Proud strut, surefooted, perched high. First to greet the day. Calls the world to wake. Rises with the morning sun. Cock-a-doddle-do
Life Life is like a vapor Death grins when the pulse is weak. Smiles when breathing ceased. Light gleams in darkness. Shatters the stillness of time Past and present one. Death, where is your sting? Dominions lost victory. His love set us free. Prayer is your weapon. Like the soil loves the tree and gives life to the tree so does prayer nourish your soul. Prayer cradles life whether answered here or there (heaven).
Life is like a vapor Death grins when the pulse is weak. Smiles when breathing ceased. Light gleams in darkness. Shatters the stillness of time Death, where is your sting? Past and present one. Dominions lost victory. His love sets us free. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Arms yours self with the Gospel; it is time to fight. How? Prayer and fasting is the key to winning this fight. Find your prayer closet, your church pew, and get on your knees. 2 Chronicles 7:14: If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
Grey shrouds disallow. Perseid, wherefore art thou? My wish bound by clouds. by Tony @TonyPictureBook
I didn’t catch the meaning of this Haiku until I looked up the word Perseid. Before reading further, stop and look it up if you need to.
Once I read the definition, I instantly understood, and a burst of conflicting emotions rolled over me. If you love star gazing, then you will instantly understand. If you watch action movies, then you know where the names of heroes and villains come from.
A once a year event was disallowed. The grey shrouds that streak brightly across the sky when entering our atmosphere were hidden behind the clouds. But there was a double meaning in this Haiku for me.
It was early August in the 90s on a clear night. My two children each had a friend spend the night. Dad and I set up reclining lawn chairs for the best view. I got them up at 4:00 am. Still wearing PJ’s, wrapped in thin blankets, sipping hot chocolate, we watched the Perseid Meteor shower. It was fantastic. We stayed out till the sun rose, then went to McD’s for breakfast.
My children have families of their own and live very far away. I ask my husband if he wanted to drive out in the middle of the night to watch the meteor shower this past week. His response was that he would be asleep. I was a little sad. I wondered if my kids took the time to watch. I thought of how much fun we had. Then, I laughed.
Yes, we did have fun. It was a spectacular meteor show that night, and I have a precious memory.
A Haiku is a 17 syllable verse that captures an image, or a moment that when the reader grasps the meaning, touches the heart.
Snuggled in a blanket, thick socks warm my toes. Hot latte melts my insides. Fall breeze tickles my nose. Achoo Hay bales decorate storefronts with scarecrows and pumpkins. Overalls adorn with autumn hues, "Hello, country bumpkins." Achoo-ACHOO! It’s a crisp autumn day, lacking yesterday's heat Parade begins. Fair Food! Time for a delicious treat. ACHOO - Achoo- ACH... A visit to the pumpkin patch on a sunny afternoon, thick with particulates no one is immune. Achoo, Achoo, and ACHOO! The Harvest Moon fills sky, with reddish orange glow. Cinnamon spices fill the air. Caw! Caw! A scary black crow. Achoo, ACHOO Slow down and take the time to make a pot of savory stew. Breath in and enjoy the season even with a sneeze or two. Achoo
Autumn Breeze by RL Brown October 2020
Snuggled in a blanket, thick socks warm my toes, a hot latte melts my insides, and a fall breeze tickles my nose. Achoo!
Hay bales decorate storefronts with scarecrows and pumpkins, adorn with autumn hues. It’s a typically crisp autumn day, lacking the humidity and heat of yesterday. ACHOO – Achoo.
A visit to the pumpkin patch on a sunny afternoon, thick with particulates and allergen visibly floating in the air. Achoo, Achoo, and ACHOO!
The Harvest Moon fills the evening sky, the horizon allowing only the yellow, orange, and red hues to filter through – Achoo, ACHOO!
The smell of cinnamon and spices and a warm pot of stew remind me of fall and winter coming soon. Achoo!
The Harvest Moon disappears for another year as the fall wind blows the dust away and brings the fresh, clean air. Time to slow down, look around, and breathe in this fall season, even with a sneeze or two.