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In the early morning, as the sun yawns and lets out her first light ray
two fishermen walk through the flooded bushes, searching for fish.
Inside cooler waters a silent lake says, " Take your time, take your time"
The sun slow at it's highest point drips with gold and continues to splay
while fish with their caudal fins and tails, kick forward into refreshing waters,
enjoying cool oxygen moments of grace, before the water gets too hot.
"Take your time, take your time" says the dawn
pink and purple, saffron yellow, with a touch of golden mellow.
Two buddies side by side, just like Abbott and Costello
catching fish and then releasing, into the undulated waves.
The sound of a female duck quacking in the distance,
followed by six mallard duckling babies, dark chocolate brown
with fuzzy yellow tails, wagging happily;
They appear to be saying, " take your time, take your time"
In the noon day sun an open tackle box and an empty thermos.
A passerby says " caught any fish yet?"
the fisherman smiles, not yet, they are just taking their time.
Transition
Whispers of Summer are slowly fading
the geese are beginning to fly South
away from the low suns with more colorful sunsets
as gray skies and longer nights will begin
the flame of each fire grows higher
to give greater warmth from the cooler wind
that crosses the plains as seasonal transition has begun
where gusts of wind blow across a painted plain of gold
and the last shadows of buffalo stand on the horizon
before their journey into a valley of Winter's breath
Reflection
Autumn is the time of gathering
where the elders share knowledge
with the children around campfires
and dances are done for Mother Earth
to give power to our spirits before Winter's isolation
filled with snow covered landscapes and bitter cold
as survival is passed on from this gathering
Prepared
This season of change is when the wise man prepares
to have his spirit tested
when there is little food and life dies
as the days grow shorter, colder more bitter
and becomes a long timeless balance
between the strength of the spirit and Mother Earth
so, our footsteps can find the Spring
after the journey through Autumn and Winter
HIND SIGHT
M oment by moment the hours tick by,
I n each one I wonder and ask myself why,
S ince you have left me I feel so alone,
S o utterly empty when I should have known,
I nviting you into my heart wasn#t wise,
N ot when I knew you had other ties,
G one now the laughter of warm Summer days,
Y ou took them all with you, not wanting to stay.
O nly you coulld get under my skin like you did.
U ntil you came along I was just a big kid.
T hen I met you and everything changed,
E xcept for the fact that you were estranged,
R ecently leaving a home and a wife,
R evealing to me you still wanted that life.
I n all that you said and all that you did,
B ut I wanted you so I put in my bid,
L ike a fool I gambled my all and I lost,
Y ou were honest with me and well worth the cost.
Judy Ball
Don't ever let yourself get caught up in an affair.
When it's over it's just not worth the pain and embarrassment.
If someone is married they are off limits and if you are married you are not free to sample the other stuff out there.
You could lose everything for a cheap, very temporary thrill.
Let cooler heads prevail and don't let your loins think for you.
This poem was written to convey this message.
It is , however pure fiction so don't feel sorry for me. ;)
For Aye, Aye And A Mistress Contest by Debbie Guzzi
Wedges
He looked at me
huge chestnut wedged
in happy teeth,
bushy tail,
fully fluffed,
soft warning
of a hard winter
approaching.
He did not have time
to talk
no chatter today,
only business,
no time to dance
with the Robins,
confer with the
Cardinals,
hang around the
water cooler.
The Vee’s of summer
honking
as they battle the
gridlock of migration,
a strange mimicking
of the farewell
to Cape Cod -
back-ups at the
Bourne and Sagamore
bridges. The warmth
of summer would
recede, as a late tide
on sunset’s emptying beach,
the cool ocean breeze
erase the evidence
from the sand.
Seagulls would bemoan
the shortage
of French fries,
return to the
fishing boats and
a sushi diet.
Dogs will sit
and whine as
they watch the
children disappear
into the big yellow boxes.
The brushstrokes of Fall
will color the horizon,
groups of crispy,
crayola colored leaves
dance around the
trunks of trees,
crocheting a quilt
to tuck under the
chin of old shade.
The songs
the tones and tenor,
the daily demeanor
will take on an urgency,
a purpose.
The squirrel stops,
perhaps a rodent
coffee break, sits
on the fence,
in the sun
as if reflecting,
and is off again
to the base of the
old Chestnut tree
to fill his mouth
with wedges of
the future.
For Kelly Deschler Summer’s End contest
8/28/2014
summer slips its heated veil in September
a noiseless stride smoothing out
the numbing pace of leisure
we pull back to the looming pitch of harvest
revering all its bounty
twilight summer
as students on campus embrace renewal
breezily swept up in a spirit of new ideas
that burn through old ones
filters of wanderlust, discovery, concentration
that frame a path for growth
reclaiming the active tone of younger voices
inevitable meandering to fall
wanning hours of summer sun
that bring light's gaze upon you
a folding inward
in shadowy cooler nights
that knit round you
like a healing sweater
to forget the green that's lost beyond our borders
in the churn and flash of breaking autumn colors
Composed: September 17/21
Cooler weather is on its way, say good bye to this hot day.
Glistening colors of fall leaves, rake them but first pull up your sleeves. This fresh baked apple pie, is just for my special guy. The holidays are coming, let's start drumming.
Thanksgiving with all the food, put us in a great mood.
Autumn where have you gone, winter is about to dawn.
Date Written: 9/8/2020
They scoop me up, I smell so good. Others come, and stand in line. People shifting, impatiently.
They pay money, as cash registers sing happily. Wide pleasing smiles appear when they reach for us.
One starts eating me before she returns to her seat. She sets me on the ground in a stall for a bit.
Picks me up, washes her hands, and dives in again. Her hands are cooler now, but I do not care.
It feels wonderful to be appreciated. My smell has permeated the theater now. Others are running
Toward the cash registers, eager to give their money, so they can begin diving into my relatives.
I hear my brothers and sisters laughing as they happily crack and pop. My dad smells so tasty!
My mother is smacking in delight as someone gulps her down. Ugh! A kernel one says.
I watch him spit my kernel cousin Jake onto the carpet. I feel sad as I watch a dustpan get him.
It would feel terrible, rejected like that. My family is a proud bunch. We are excited that
We are more popular than the stars and shows that brought this crowd here in the first place.
It's October now;
the air seems somewhat cooler
than my thoughts, yet, I can feel
the warmth in the breeze as it kisses
the trees.
They're turning slightly red
as I did, and am now, in remembering
when our lips first met.
It won't be long now
till they undress;
all good things fall
naked beneath covers of white.
Soon they'll reach out in anticipation
and feel the first few flakes of innocence
covering them deep within layers of thought.
They'll be less red then,
and more at ease in their nakedness
as they breathe deeper.
The wind's changing pitch again,
it's rising high in the hills,
falling low through the valley below.
I can feel it shifting with my thoughts
as I pull back the layers of my own mind.
It's no longer cool, this air, but rather warm
as it mingles your scent with memory, this day.
It's October, yet, I wonder,
will I too fall naked
and less red before autumn's passing?
The wind is calm right now,
it's pausing, but it's still October
and the trees are still slightly red
although I, I am more autumn-like
than they, in my remembering.
If I Could Change The World
If I could change the world, we'd all be quite content.
Everyone would understand exactly what was meant.
Peace would ensue from every view.
And deep in our hearts, love always grew.
Well let's just say that I was the ruler.
I'd be very well liked, no one would be cooler.
Everybody's hopes and dreams, always would come true.
If I could change the world, that's what I would do.
But here we live from day to day.
What can I say, that is just the way.
So somehow maybe, we could change.
The way we feel and not feel strange.
I think that that would be the best.
When things get rough, we just take it in jest.
If I could change the world today.
I would do it for all of us, if I may.
Note: Day 6 in writing exercise.
Baitless Abeyance
A man of some years with a face of little value,
Had a raggedy satchel and a beat up tackle box,
Both of which, were worth more than a face,
It set next to an opened cooler exposed to sun,
Therein, sat a jar with a punctured cover,
'Twas home for wiggling worms to keep,
Several times when he had cast his line,
Several times only minnows took his bait,
Frustrated was he, he grabbed the cooler,
And he went to the middle of the stream,
Tied the cooler to him and took to his pole,
Just ahead upstream he saw something leap,
It appeared to be a very big largemouth bass,
As it came closer, it leaped several more times,
But suddenly, no more did he see of it,
He had pondered the thought that it had passed,
Then he saw underwater a dark shadow moving,
It was coming directly towards him, unwavering,
So he threw down his pole and grabbed the cooler,
Opened it and dropped it into the stream,
Then he heard splish and splash from the cooler,
And quickly closed the lid and snapped its lock,
He then grabbed the cooler, his pole and the rest,
And off to the truck he went and as he went,
He grinned to splish and splash sounds from within.
a big largemouth bass
swims effortlessly downstream~~
free of its minnows
2019 June 03
*1st Place*
Hey, Write a Happy Haibun
~~Caren Krutsinger