Dreams billow in August mist,

steam rises from griddled ground,

a pillowed moon in darkness rests.

Lightning tongues serrate the sky,

drums roll thunder across the night,

deepest fears surge in flashes—while

fervent hearts murmur wishes for 

soft cool rushes of healing rain.


A quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, for dVerse Monday. The word of the day is ‘dream’.

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When I first ventured into vegetable gardening I was guided by books. Each step felt tenuous, like treading in the dark. My guide was a carefully drawn plan, each square foot measured, each seed accounted for.  With time I relaxed.  I learned that seeds grow and that I only need to provide water and shelter.

A few years have passed and now what joy! Borage, calendula, dill, sorrel and chives return on their own to resculpt the landscape. This spring, rabbits devoured the first shoots of sunflowers and greens…so I raised the height of the wire fence, used a large removeable barrel to block the entrance, and planted more seeds.  I still make annual plans—plant families rotate from year to year and companions are placed side by side.  Beyond my winter dreaming the real garden emerges in a flow of call and response.

Even with a plan

the path ahead is hidden

mystery unfolds

Foreground left to right: flowering cilantro, yellow calendula, and winter squash vine; behind is a removeable barrel blocking the opening in the chicken wire fence

Behind the barrel gate

cilantro blooms celebrate

squash vine creeps closer


In response to Suzanne’s Ontheroad prompt “Step by Step” based on this quote from Monkey King 2: 

You don’t find the path, you make it step by step” 

and this haiku of Basho:

 In the wintry gust

I wander, like Chikusai

the comic poet.
 – from “Matsuo Bashō: The Poetic Spirit, Sabi, and Lightness,” by Makoto Uedo

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 Chèvrefeuille has written about the freestyle haiku  of Basho from 1683 to 1685. It’s called Kanshicho. I enjoyed the sound of Kanshicho so much I wrote a ‘tribute’ series:


Kanshicho style

nod to tradition

heart on the loose


Immersed in flow 

no beginning no end

traditions echo


Open heart 

a moment pulses

gulls surf the wind


I am linking to Carpe Diem’s most recent weekend-meditation. Reading this Carpe Diem Writing and Enjoying Haiku post inspired me to write these haiku.  Besides mentioning freestyle, Chèvrefeuille talks about awareness of multiple meanings…if all goes well I may write a second response.

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Long after sunset I drive slowly watching for gleaming eyes….a rabbit’s sudden dash, a wandering kitten, a raccoon or even a grazing deer … tonight is different … a tiny shadow in my path brings me to a sudden stop. I rub my eyes in disbelief:

Night robin stands

upon dirt road fast asleep 

Awakened he flies


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dinner time

Timid neighbours roam

past my open window,

wild turkey brood

from an in-between world—

they sleep in trees at night.


The wild turkeys around here are so shy that I can only take photos from far away, sometimes through a window. If I open the door they run away.  The photo here shows part of a family that includes more babies and another adult who took up the rear.

I wrote this tanka thinking about the writing of Tagami Kikusha (1753-1826) featured in the July 21 On the Road prompt.  If you like writing or reading haiku and related forms, you may enjoy Suzanne’s essays on this prompt site.  There are no time limits for participation.


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macabre lullaby

A quadrille for dVerse: Be not Afraid:

Hush my dear

hear this tale:

Nuclear bombs

will end night terror,

Earth will flash the sky—

 a spectacular splash 

like firework flowers

on a national holiday—

and a mushroom cloud 

will trail the Milky Way

gathering stardust,

then fear will be

no more.


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