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A Triad of Tanka VI: Autumn Failing

A cracked, lone brown leaf

Spiralling quickly downwards

Knows only the ground;

But in that motion exalts 

As if a plunging falcon.
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Fallen, wind-blown leaves

Huddling against grey kerbstones

In abject neglect.

Already parks quieter...

Their iron railings more stark.
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The thick sap retreats

When gnarled bark tightens its grip

On inner heartwood;

Summer faded into nights...

Autumn, failing, covered all.

Be like the bird

A flock of pelicans gather around,
huddling on a treetop, bathed in moonlight,
hoping safety in numbers would be found,
as predators stalk prey throughout the night,
when weary wings hesitate to take flight.
Living in the now, these birds have no fear,
each heart trusting that sol will soon appear.

in the bitter

concrete cold detroit manhole steam....
brief warm no homes veterans huddling

visions wars hell traffic taxies blur.....  
city brittle in the bitter

Waiting for Sunshine

The birds stop singing 
huddling under branches 
waiting for sunshine

A Fragrant Lily Field By The Serene Bay

I'm standing on a fragrant lily field
by the serene bay towards midnoon,
falcons gather by the splashing rocks
with eyes that scare away hungry larks;
they must catch their prey and be fed:
they'll attack with their claws a buffoon
who laughs and breaks the stiff stillness,
stumbling down the shell-strewn dunes! 


One can see the wide wings of geese
that flap hard against the spiritless air
before encountering the menacing storm;
they faintly honk over the grove of fir... 
then, they vanish from sight to divert fear:
happy was their spring and they did perform
eloquently to delight senses and release
a sound merrier than that of a flycatcher! 


The sea-breeze turns into violent gusts,
they roar bending beeches and spruces;
drowsy seagulls feel the blast of incoming rain,
they refuse to leave their haven huddling closer....
thinking it won't last to endure useless disdain:
should I heed the warning and run faster than a deer?
I have a half mile to go before I can defy the insidious threat;
my clothes are getting drenched, but I don't show any fret!

The Awesome Constellations

Be an astrologer of intense curiosity, 
sit down and admire the nightly wonders
extending beyond sight and boundary;
constellations are myriads of stars!

Ah, the weak ones fall out and become comets,
crossing stellar skies, shedding sparkles of silver;
the stronger ones stay firm and don't show fear:
they have no urge to leave the glorious Heavens!

Who never dreams staring at the nocturne sky
has no awareness, no urge to go past imagination
that incites to discover it beyond human conception;
even an atheist is amazed by such splendorous beauty! 

Constellations are a manifestation of brilliant display
of light in the glimmering waters of tenebrous oceans...
as the effulgent moon adds its charm to draw appeal;
huddling lovers shiver, but they love what they reveal!

winter

quotidian

normalcy, like eating two segments of your friend's orange

after your vocab test

 

like looking out the window of a Starbucks placed

almost anachronistically

in the backyard of the forest

 

like sipping a too-sweet coffee and watching

the rain fall

like the barista telling you to have a nice day

because they're paid to, not because they care

 

like pulling your coat closer around your body

and huddling into yourself to avoid

the worst of the wind

 

like turning up the car radio so you don't have to listen

to the ghosts in your head


like everyday things and sunrises

that turn today into tomorrow

Snowfall

Snowing 
Hard the wind is blowing
A blizzard
Like some wizard
Went and turned the world white
What a sight
So cold
I feel my old
My dog huddling
Cuddling
At my side
My puppy powered heater warming my hide
I confide
Hear that wind a blowing
The embers of the fire a glowing 
From some tree
I cannot see
Falls a branch full of snow
Can feel that cold wind blow
So much snow fall
Can't see far at all
A world a rocking
Branches knocking
Like I'm in a glass ball
Shaking so the snow would fall
A winter wonderland of my own
The violence the storm has shown
Blow, blow, blow
On with the show
Till you blow yourself out
I hear you shout
Shaking the ground
With your mighty sound
No matter how hard you get
I'll be still standing yet
Give me your best
I'll withstand your test
Tomorrow I'll be here
Never fear
Brother wind
I'll never bend
If this is the best you can send
I'll survive
Make it out alive
I am stronger than you
No matter what you do
I stand tall
So let the snow fall
The wind blow
It is all just another show

I Saw It

“I saw it! I saw it!”, the groundhog announced.
“My shadow – it grew and it flounced!
Run! Hide! Save yourself and those you love
and leave the cold to the ground above!
Six more weeks of huddling and cuddling.
Here’s to the wonderful warmth of snuggling!"

Bonfires

shaking Clydesdales stood eager
the sleek sleigh was hitched
blankets and hot cider stowed

prancing and dancing
slicing through white woods
faces frosted by the snow

cozy cuddling and huddling
holding hands in warmth
dreaming of bonfires

NB: Charlieku forms created by Charles Messina
*Inspired by, but not entered in, Charles Messina's Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest

Rain

rain poured, the dwy slowly
passed by, sunlight broke....
ducks returned to pond's deep depths

blustery breeze whipped fallen 
leaves, ushering in north air
ice spewed, earth shivers

sunlight's welcomed warmth
by day, hibernation dens
huddling conserves heat by night      


7-5-7
7-7-5
5-7-7

Written: 12-15-2022
First attempt at new forms...

dwy-noun-a gusty flurry or shower, a brief squall or storm accompanied by precipitation.

Contest: Triple New Charlieku
Sponsor: Charles Messina

Outrageous and Proud

Sure signs of a spiffy winner..
Refusing to be one of the crowd!
With thoughts so rich, not thinner.
He shouts his independence out loud!

The sheep, afraid, head for the hills..
Huddling and comforting each other.
While the outrageous one, sees their ills.
Never once, willing to mirror another!


                9/22/2022
                  ~1~

Perth Hwfa

The joy of the peace that comes.
From being away from the humdrum.
A cottage so many miles away.
Creates tranquility for the time you stay.

The winds can blow and they can howl. These thick walls wrap around our souls.
Log fire burning and crackling away. 
Views to look at of mountains beyond the bay.

Nature unfolding before the eyes.
The rain creates a magic in the skies
The sound of water hitting the panes
It relaxes the mind to have such days.

Take a step back to a forgotten way.
Huddling round an inglenook watching the flames.
Listening to wind in the trees. 
Watching the light dance with the leaves.

Relaxation hits deep and hard.
A few years without such disregard!
To the rules and limits placed on our days.
Makes you realise how much you need to get away.

Wind

Windy wild wind whipping flailing and cutting through
You bring us together like invisible glue

Holding hats and huddling hands clasping crunched capes 
Jealous soul you bold barometric beast

Hairdos, skirts, scarves, hats and pails blown away in envious fury
If we could capture you you’d be in front of a jury!

Tucumcari

As I ride across the high plains desert
large gaps of open, arid scenery whisk by 
burning sun is heating up old rippled windows
jostling riders jiggle and jump, jerk and sway 
to the click, clack, click clack of wooden tracks
towards Tucumcari, New Mexico; Gateway To The West. 

Sounds of the Old Wild West stir up the imagination 
stories linger, like the great train robbery of Black Jack Ketchum 
that occurred in 1897 near Tucumcari
where he and his bandits secretly hid the stash of gold
long before the train whistle blew near the station. 

Clickity, clack, clickity, clack, or could that be horses’ hooves
galloping alongside the old steam engine tracks?
As desert dust kicks up, I envision ghosts of riders
wild west cowboys catching up, with guns out of holsters
shouting, “Stop the train! Get the gold!”

“Next stop, Tucumcari!”, calls out the conductor
I am shaken out of my daydream and look around 
I view humble buildings huddling within the arroyos
these people are proud of their Southern Pacific heritage 
for here in the desert you’ll not find a heartier folk
than those within this land of grit and sizzling sun.

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