TOUSLED SKY
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Thoughts upon feathered wings glide on a wind-tousled sky bringing me to the realization that achieving tranquility is possible....
in the silence deep
a world of thoughts, a universe
expands and contracts
universe within,
a guiding force navigates
the journey inward
in tranquility
wisdom's jeweled treasures found
mind and soul entwine
V-FORMATION
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In the distance I hear the familiar ‘honking’ of geese who were up early continuing their migration south for the winter. I watch them, mesmerized with their smooth glide and V-formation. The geese have a pride about them, as if they were well aware of their own magnificence.
nomadic geese fly
migration's ancient call, loud
instinct guides them on
geese take to the air
honking loudly, they depart
summer's warm farewell
PUMPKIN PATCH
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Pumpkins are the sweetness of autumn, the suns of the earth reflecting our own star radiating hearth-spun orange upon the earthy brown.
equinox draws near
pumpkin season arising
pumpkin spice far, near
a misty morning
pumpkins laying on the ground
fall leaves everywhere
sitting in a pile
pumpkins wait for Halloween
for smiles to return
AUTUMN’S QUIET ARRIVAL
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The days have cooled in autumn’s pleasant breeze. I bathe in the kind of weather that inspires long walks and poetry. Yet in this transition from late summertime into the fall, the autumnal blooms press on as if the sun were at its fullest. I savor this moment, this beauty in the season that walks calmly into the arms of winter.
autumn doth arrive
promising new life amidst
the drama of death
INDIAN SUMMER
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Autumn comes as a chariot of nature's flame. From woodland browns are born reds and golds to warm heart and soul. The leaves, like flags waving in every sweet breeze, swirl in a wind-choreographed dance. Soon they rest upon the forest floor, embracing their destiny to feed each earthen wintry root.
seasonal trustees
summertime takes final bow
fall heeds her calling
starry autumn night
season brings artistic hand
harvest abundance
TIMELESS REFUGE
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Weathered trees rise out of the earth, brushing against the sky. The wind sends a shudder of movement through the branches causing the majestic trees to creak and groan as they sway. In the distance is a cabin, timeworn and dilapidated.
in the heart of woods
ancient cabin stands alone
whispers of time flow
its walls, worn by years
stories etched in every board
testament to life
roof, a patchwork quilt
of shingles weathered and worn
memories await
the windows, like eyes,
gazing out upon the world
silent witnesses
the fireplace crackles
warmth spreads through the chilly air
comfort, solitude
outside, the forest
whispers secrets to the wind
tales of days past
the time-worn cabin
endures, is steadfast and true
a timeless refuge
NIGHT WHISPERS
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The sun sets in the sky with a strong orange color similar to that of one of Aunt Maudie’s tangerine jellies. It remains visible above the horizon, overseeing the earth. Evening begins, a period marked by quieter thoughts and relaxation. I notice the arrival of the autumnal breeze, absorbing myself in the sounds of locusts and crickets and allowing nature to wash over me.
tangerine hues dance
in the sky, a fiery blaze
night whispers ‘hello’
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Situation Name Colloquial:
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There was a time when the child was the center of the circle. The elders sang her name into the morning, braided her hair with stories, fed her with hands that had known hunger. She was carried across rivers of doubt, through storms of becoming, and placed gently at the edge of her own path.
Now she walks with her head full of noise, measuring love by the frequency of messages, forgetting the songs that once held her upright. She says they are silent. That they do not call. But the wind remembers. The wind remembers the prayers whispered into her pillow, the sacrifices made without witness, the tears that fell into the soil to make her strong.
She has grown tall, but not deep. Her roots skim the surface, searching for mirrors instead of water. She has learned the names of stars, but not the names of those who lit them for her. The elders do not chase. They wait. They speak in the language of patience, of time that moves like rivers underground. And still, she does not hear.
ghost wind through cedars—
names carved in the bark still sing,
but no one listens
NIGHT'S GENTLE ACCORD
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The night possesses a kind of peaceful blackness, the kind that holds the stars, helping them to shine all the brighter. During this peaceful blackness, I fall asleep feeling the cradle of a loving universe. During these hours of dreaming, I’m returned to heaven’s arms.
world is full of peace
a time for dreams to unfold
night’s gentle accord
BLACK TRANQUILITY
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The black sky is tranquil, dotted with a thousand stars, inviting rest and calm. It offers a rewards of sorts: a peaceful night that soothes the mind and soul.
darkness is a friend
wraps me in its gentle fold
whispers "all is well"
night is full of peace
the world's chaos fades away
my soul finds its rest
I woke up and suddenly I felt the August rush. Perhaps it was because
it was August twenty-fifth, just a few days away from September. I could
tell by the chill in the air that soon all the flowers would die and all the
children would be back to school.
Backpacks
little snacks
tots with pouts
Where did the summer go, how did those waterslides get tucked away
so soon. That garden that just a few months ago was at the height of
scent, is now laying dormant, very little bumble bees in sight.
BZZZZZ
Gee Wizz
many sighs
I wish I could turn myself into May, and crown the world with newborn
seeds of love and beauty. May is the month when my cheeks blush and
my heart awakens.
Ready not
like a tot
I'm whining
Because summer is surrendering and my roses are longing for one last
caress from me. Please God, come next year, let the flowers grow again.
I know soon it will be Autumn, but this is not the end....
DELICATE DANCE
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In nature’s exquisite ballet, a moment of perfect harmony unfolds before me. The hummingbird, a tiny, iridescent wonder, hovers with impossible grace over the trumpet flower. Their fleeting encounter, a delicate dance, speaks volumes of life’s fragile beauty and the miraculous interconnectedness of all things.
iridescent sheen
sunbeams dance upon her back
summer’s tiny queen
fragile, fierce, and free
hummingbird's bold, beating heart
wild and free she sings
invisible threads
connect her to flower’s heart
God’s subtle design
SUNLIT CROWN
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Dawn brings a sunlit crown, smiling upward at the black, star-studded heavens. The dawn is the invitation to the day, a the gift of the present.
the world awakens slow
from slumber's heavy veiling
morning's gentle touch
silent darkness fades
morning's warmth begins to seep
into the heart's core
Specific Types of Haibun Poems
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