A Pastoral Cacophony
As morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist, dawn's chorus begins. The woodland world wakes, nestlings fluff their feathers, squish together and listen to their twitter song.
Blackbirds sing a low mellow tone blending choral notes to a dayspring chant. Red-breasted robins' antiphonal tweets, twitters back and forth.
A cool zephyr breezes through the budding trees, and a hermit thrush adds a rhythmic woodwind harmony. Chee-pippety-chee-chee, Jenny wren joins in with a light peppy lilt, stepping up the beat.
Colorful warblers echo a descant as tiny rainbows shimmer in the twilght's dew. A cappella chorus in one voice, sings a spring aria.
Songbirds greet the morning with a pastoral cacophony.
"siiih "siiih" "chink chink chink. Suddenly, the tempo changes and the chorus fades. A mockingbird's catcall signals a tail twitching taunt, kitty in the weeds.
The aria ends with the soft adagio from a mourning dove.
coo-ah coo-AH, Coo-OO-oo coo-coo-coo.
Antiphon: alterante singing by two groups.
Adagio: A tempo having slow movement; restful at ease.
Lilt: a pleasant gentle swinging rhythm, a characteristc rising and falling in the tune.
Found Poem as a Haiku: Spring's Aria
Morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist,
dawn's chorus begins.
Antiphonal tweets, robins, warblers, blackbirds sing
dayspring's symphony.
The woodland world wakes, feathers fluffed, nestlings listen,
to their someday song.
Blending choral notes, blackbirds add a mellow tone
to twilight's day-song.
Chee-pippety-chee, chee-chee,
Jenny wren joins in with a peppy lilt.
A rainbow shimmers in the morning dew,
colorful warblers echo a descant.
An a cappella chorus singing a spring aria,
songbirds unite.
“siiih, siiih" “chink chink chink,"
a sudden signature change, the sunrise song fades.
A blue jay's catcall signals a tail twitching taunt,
kitty in the weeds.
The aria ends with the soft adagio
from a mourning dove.
perch-coo, coo-COO-coo,
coo-ah, coo-coo-coo,
Antiphon: alterante singing by two groups.
Adagio: A tempo having slow movement; restful at ease.
Lilt: a pleasant gentle swinging rhythm, a characteristc rising and falling in the tune.
kitty in the weeds
bluejay's catcall
a tail twitching taunt #HaikuSeed taunt
Moons of March
Sky looks down on earth
eyes as dark as a new moon,
spring winks at the stars. (Haiku Journal submission March 26 2022)
Seeds shed winter's shield
as roots stretch in fertile dirt-
March howls for spring's warmth.
Loam stirs, breaking free-
muddling nightcrawlers rise
under the worm moon.(THF Monthly Kukai — March 2022 submission)
Foretoken of spring
Marsh marigolds in damp fields
Hooverflies delight
Terrestrial tides collide
rising high, but twice a year.
sun and moon poised.
A morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced.
Sugar Moon shines down-
sweet maples release sap
as March winds breathe change.
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@HaikuSeed_
The Afgan thirteen
fallen, betrayed, left behind-
death's grim triumph.
Spring
In the morning dew
side by side, slipping through
sunlight cracks the dawn
chee-pippety-chee
songbirds greet morning’s first light-
arias of praise
kitty in the weeds
a blue jay’s catcall-warning,
a tail twitching taunt
cool zephyr breeze
flows over tender grasses
goose pimples giggle.
hurricane prelude
whirlybirds in the wind
bliss ignorance
a rye bluegrass mix,
tickles bare feet, sooths the soul
doubly comfy, Ahhh- (45)
rudbeckia titters
stretching roots in fertile earth.
polllinizers play.
dainty wings unfurled,
Diana Fritillary-
dances atop blooms.
dark tornados
wrapped by clouded storms, blinding
sounding like a train
deep within earth's roots
generational stories
interwine
Trouvaille Review, March 23, 2022 PublicationThe Hummingbird
Swiftest things that run the world,
Hums and beats, their wings unfurled.
Hummingbirds need constant fuel.
Brilliant blooms attract this jewel.
Forward, backward, upside down.
These dashing fliers zip around.
Golden flowers brilliant blooms
Entice birds with shiny plumes.
Blazing Star to Geranium,
Coral Bells to Delphinium.
Flower meadows, patchwork plots,
Scattered seeds in local lots.
Hopscotch with shells and whirlybirds,
swinging weeeee with our words.
Walking with cousins barefoot in the grass
Playing with friends, hoping summer will last.
No school, outside and free,
it is time just to be me.
On the porch swing, shelling peas
I prefer to snap green beans, please.
Straight from the garden, a summer snack.
Chores done, potatoes stored in the shack.
Childhood summers make me wish for more,
tree climbing, river-side camping on a sandy shore.
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,
understoond by the heart.
Depicts a moment
in nature filled with simple
wonderment and awe.
Perspicacity
Reach into the world of words,
to find clear insight.
Slipping through morning dew,
first blush hues cast,-
dawn's chorus begins.
Antiphonal tweets
robins, warblers, blackbirds sing
dayspring's symphony.
The woodland world wakes.
January sky
Its sheer so clear, so blue.
Nothing leaves a mark.
On gradient winds,
matching a clarion call
Eagles hitch a ride.
Spring buds pop their heads,
February trickery-
Winter snaps, not yet!
Loam stirs, breaking free
Roots stretch in fertile earth
March howls for spring's warmth.
Sky looks down on earth
Eyes as dark as a new moon,
Winks in the spring night.
Loam stirs, breaking free
Roots stretch in fertile earth
March howls for spring's warmth.
Ode to Daffodils
Bordering Mamaw’s cotton field
Beside Momma’s fence
To my backyard
Daffodils.
Posted on February 25, 2022 by Sankara Jayanth
Posted in #HaikuSeed Daily Haiku Prompt
Longing for a sidewalk stroll
along the storefronts of a –
five-and-dime
boutique
coffee house
with friends
. . .mask less.
Winter folds a tree- into a counterfeit death – Gray, boney, lifeless.
Cold, still, frosty white
Frozen precipitation
The glistening sun
Icicle droplets
Drip amid a frozen field
Robins drink mid-stream.
Kindness ripples when
interjected precisely
and rips through meanness.
kindness ripples and rips through meanness.
Rudbeckia titters
Roots stretching 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
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).
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.
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