silk moth – – haibun

The sliding door is open, letting in the cool breeze. I pull a cotton hoodie over my head and yawn into the silence…a time to write perhaps. The world is in an uproar about the virus, about racial oppression, violence, hate, fear, poverty, injustice … … and I am tired this morning, bruised from a fall in the garden and dulled by a list of things to do jamming inside my head.

silk moth

on the window screen

are you injured or

simply still

until you fly?

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©️2020 Ontheland

P.S. I believe my visitor was a Cecropia moth, a type of giant silk moth.

meadows – – haibun

In their later years some people look back to recall happy times … they savour the ‘meadows’ of their lives. Though I have positive memories, my recollections hold more greys and browns than the brighter yellows, pinks and blues of a meadow. And now . . . I enjoy buttercups, a wide-winged bird soaring, night calls from the trees, a crescent moon, a canine grin . . .

being alive

fresh leaves emerging

once again

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©️2020 Ontheland

Haikai Challenge #140 — summer meadow

spring snow – – haiku

spring snow . . .

an apple green dirndl

around the tree

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May 9, 2020

©️2020 Ontheland

Our May of 2020 snow was almost a week ago but I want to celebrate it one more time. This also gives me an opportunity to use the word ‘dirndl’, a delightful name for a skirt which I hadn’t heard for a long time until recently when it was included in a poem by Claudia McGill.