poetry diary

Through mist-stirring sunlight
trees rise like memories
of vanquished summer.

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I go swimming on Sunday mornings before breakfast. Today’s trip prompted this haiku.

Scented petals –
red rose against your breast,
un-wilted memories.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘wilted’.

A raindrop,
joining a sunlit river,
holds a grain of sand.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘river’.

Autumn leaves falling –
this year’s tarot hand dealt,
worms learn their fate.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘superstition’.

Snow-covered mountain –
on top, a holy man sits
barefoot, his eyes closed.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘holy’.

Bowl of baking hills;
cacti forks, and rocks like knives –
devil’s kitchenware.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘kitchen’.

By a frozen pond
a lonely goose, tired and cold,
decides to migrate.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘decision’.

On the veranda,
summer snow of jasmine blooms:
garland-making time.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘garland’. I am thinking of the tradition of using Jasmine for garlands in South India and elsewhere.

Blackened stonework, damp;
shell casings (scattered) like leaves;
floating feathers, white.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘dove’.