Merril is hosting at dVerse Poets Pub tonight for Quadrille Monday. She bids us consider “It’s afternoon here in New Jersey, where we’re having a warm and breezy October day, but maybe the sun is setting now in your part of the world? Perhaps you’re about to set down your work to pick up your poetic pen? Open your mind, what you think is not set in stone. Or is it?”
The Ever Changing Sky
Across the umber hills I watch the changing sky waiting for the sunset to bring the cooling night colors constantly change from darkness into light Seasons come and go set sure upon their path as daylight swiftly flows and years go by too fast
Kim is hosting Haibun Monday over at dVerse poets this week and bids us:
“write about an encounter with an insect: it can be a beautiful or a scary experience, one that enlightened or surprised you; it can be about an ordinary or an unusual insect. Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs about your encounter with an insect, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season.”
Canyon Walls and Dragonflies
Grey rocks stand in stark juxtaposition to the red sandstone walls of the canyon. The brutal heat of the desert sun retreats as early sunlight casts it’s subtle glow. A pretty little river plays it’s gentle song. Not so long ago, rampaging fury carved this canyon with boulders and floods. But for now, all is at peace.
A tiny dragonfly alights on a slender blade before my eyes, fanning her delicate wings in the cool morning air. And all at once, I see. I see the magic of the canyon. Why it is called Zion, sanctuary, sacred ground. I see the magic of the land and water. I see the insect transform into a delicate winged fairy bidding me come, look deeper, see.
Summer’s child pauses a slender reed bends beneath her glorious wings
Through it all, late, late snow, floods, and everything else this little Bleeding Heart survives. What testimony to the power and beauty of nature. I need this reminder today of resilience in the face of overwhelming odds. Spent yesterday meeting with the vascular neurosurgeon. Those are just not words you ever want to say together … Everything will be OK, but we’ve got some work ahead of us to repair the damaged blood vessels in Superhub’s brain. Life my dears is seldom easy, but it’s always oh so precious.