24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 8, 11/13/23, #tankatuesday
This is the second week of The Beginning of Winter (November 7 – 21) Ritto 立冬 in the 24 Japanese Seasons. >> We said the W-word: Winter.
This is the second week of The Beginning of Winter (November 7 – 21) Ritto 立冬 in the 24 Japanese Seasons. >> We said the W-word: Winter.
Moon: The Masterful Illusionist
Rose of Sharon dropsand the crickets grow quietin the moonlit night Concerns over rainno one sees Burchell’s Coucal — fluting comes his call © selmamartin.com “October knew, of course, that the action…
🍁🍁🍁 The Autumn Equinox (September 22 - October 7) Shubun 秋分 🍁🍁🍁 Hello, dear friends. Firstly, I wish to extend you an invitation that was extended tome by Colleen: ⏩ LISTEN to the 24 Japanese…
After the long hot summer, it’s now a time of celebration. It’s the perfect season to write poetry. This is how this time of year affects me where I live. Please enjoy my haiku.
Wagtail: Willy Wagtail--Just when I soaked my feet in this river, one day, the Jaunty li'l thing came to show me how birds do it. Lucky for me, I had my camera ready. Check out the video too.
Responding to the haiku invitation at Naturalist Weekly. This week’s haiku invitation is to write a haiku or senryu using “dew” as inspiration. Kindle quote from In The Shadow of…
This haiku sequence takes after the passing of the Obon season. Change must come: each turn of the road brings new thoughts and each sunrise fresh emotions ~ Unknown Thanks for reading.
Wrote a haiku about the cotton flower wilting, aged enough to explode into fluffy bolls. Also wrote about polka dotted ladies at work in limit of heat. Please enjoy.
Read more about the symbolism of sunflowers: Sunflower Meaning, Sunflower Meaning & Symbolism, and Ukraine’s National Flower. And then read my haiku, please. xo
She's fidgety and with a short attention span Time passes as fast as a hummingbird flutters At #tankatuesday, she feels like a hummingbird gladly returning to her favorite flower.
Phantasmal clouds wreathe the hills-- the sea, rough with foam breaking; seagulls encourage one another. From that dreamy mess she emerges: Poem of mine, you taste salty on my lips.…