Category Archives: Haiku

Graceful Dance

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)




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Flower Powered Bi-ways

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. 

Haiku by RL Brown

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. 
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Summer soybean fields
Winter conifer forests 
Fall, hide from hunters. 
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Winter grants Fall's wish 
for an encore flower dance, 
frost procrastinates.

Indian Summer
Harvest-in, farmer's delight-
Sweet whispers of thanks. 

Photo by RL Brown/ Moss Mtn, AR
Romantic at heart
Curious, Cautious, Clever 
Nature's lake builders

Habitat framers
Charming artisan
As busy as a-
beaver (WIP)
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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


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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). 
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A Call to Arms for Afhganistan

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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.