Trouvaille Review, March 23, 2022 Publication The 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 (feisty) 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.
Summer soybean fields Winter conifer forests Fall, hide from hunters Spring birthing, a fawn
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 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, there sit two country bumpkins. Achoo-ACHOO! It’s a crisp autumn day, lacking yesterday's heat. Local parade opens fair season, Now is 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 engulfs the sky, with reddish orange glow. Cinnamon spice perfumes the air. “Caw ,” cries a very scary 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 allergens 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 fresh, clean air. Time to slow down, look around, and breathe in this fall season, even with a sneeze or two.
Daniel and Serah’s
Today, we witness
two different people,
two different families,
two different cultures,
two different languages,
two different countries.
Two different worlds meet.
In this paradox stands Daniel and Serah.
Daniel mirrors the strength of an Oak Tree.
Serah embodies the beauty of the Cherry Blossom.
Both are unique individuals and grounded in Jesus.
These two different worlds unite with Daniel and Serah.
A verse in Colossians speaks of being rooted in faith, growing in
knowledge and overflowing with gratitude- one faith, one hope, one Lord.
The cord of faith in Jesus binds you together and dreams for your future begins
this day with God’s guiding hand of love. Your faith in Jesus, the fullness of hope,
and love for each other tie you two as one. The truth is you become one as you blend
your lives to complement each other. We pray God’s blessing for your health,
wealth, and happiness, and for wisdom as you begin your journey together.
Love Mama and Papa