Every spring my husband looks down at the young leaves pushing through the mulch and says, “Look at those weeds.” Every spring I answer, “Those are not weeds. They’re brown eyed Susans.” October daisyBeloved perennial A long term marriageThrough May mud or July dustWeeds are just an opinion
Category: Ronovan Writes
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 325
Does the storm breathe inthe calm of an autumn mistand chant here I am? Angry customerSudden storm without a nameA calm cashier nods
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt # 324
The unseen FuriesA slow ambling narrativeFor three thousand years Such slow exposureVenus in morning furyA small aperture
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 322
Early SeptemberDrunk bee in the jelly cupA sip of sunshine He drinks from half fullSister sips from half emptySame family cup A nap on the deckSipping blue dreams from the skyEarl Grey with honey
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 321
The vine wrapped deck chair Holding on for tomorrow With a surgeon’s knot Tennessee summer The vines surge- Across! Around! Yards by the morrow Canadian geese Feel Autumn in the morrow Power surge
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #320
wabi-sabi the flaw is the beauty in each broken day
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #319
Sparrow as House whip Waxwings just quick tripping through Backyard politics Whip-poor-will The forest, kindling to trip Nightly rhetoric Outer space- a froth a whip, a mass of rays and dust magnetics and moons constellations as atlas for a trip of infinite altitude
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 318
Ever talented The crickets meet evening Two part harmony Bold little house wren Made of just two equal parts Wings meet attitude Morning track meet- Tabby cat versus lizard Lizard parts the winner
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #317
Raspberry red male What a handsome house finch! Dark eyed and light songed The brown thrasher waits A late morning visitor Patient and polite Yellow eyed and light breasted Happy with sun warmed meal worms
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #305
My gypsy husband Drinking in conflict with time After dinner tea for breakfast Forced to be gypsies Neighborhood muskrats moved to a Lake with no conflict
