Edge of Cold #haiku #photography #poem #storms

 

At Carpe Diem we were just introduced to Otagaki Rengetsu (1791-1895) A female poet who knew well the pains and suffering of the sojourner.

Upon
frost-withered arrowroot
pelting
vying hailstones—
the cold within the sound.

~ Otagaki Rengetsu

frozen leaf

holding its breath

nature waits on the edge of today

cold taskmaster

©L. Moon

cold squirrel
An excellent and appropriate prompt for the day “Cold within the sound” for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem

 

Harvest Celebration #november #poetry #harvest

 

 all the machinery is oiled

 tucked away for another year

hands are chapped and stained

jeans are beyond repair

long lines of  jars

are waiting for papa

to put away

*

the air is filled with spice

and the kids are keen

tonight we bundle up

jars of corn,potatoes, and beans

 given as an offering

thrown into a  pot

 we hunker down with a cup

*

tear off some bread

cross-legged on the ground

some laugh others holler

the tractor pulls around

“come on kids time for a spin”

young and old

jump on the hay hauler

*

moonlight graces the fields

smiles on the hard work

and for another year

is pleased with our effort

the bonfire no longer shy

limbs and cornstalk fuel

meeting the night starry clear

*

sparks seem to fly

dessert cooks on the end of a stick

marshmallows with chocolate the best

children’s gooey  hands they lick

we look into year-end embers

packing up our memories

&  bid “goodbye” to another harvest

bonfire

 This weeks Poets United Midweek Motif celebrated the Bonfire. So whether its inspired by Guy Fawkes or a successful harvest gather round the fire.

Last year’s Harvest offering.

The Winery #poetry #haiku #harvest

V

long days of harvest

purple fruit  teases the sun

hands are stained

*

purple stained

children finger paint the scene

shoes off, wine poured

**

shoes on, wine poured

oak casks now silent

not too tired to dance

I was reminded of the harvest at a friend’s winery a few years ago. Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem prompt Vineyards

Reap what we sow #dark #poetry #PEN

the green place that I’d known
had been watered red and died
nothing was left to atone
the sun on that day must have cried

Come on over to Pen of the Damned where there is an unusual reaping. Reaping the Harvest  my newest dark poem seems oddly appropriate for the day our government in the United States has shut down.

Photography: Pen of the damned icon by Bernini

Harvest in sepia © L. Moon

The Moon’s Glow #poetry #life’slesson #amwriting

Moon by ShironekoEuro

Ah the harvest moon

filled with amber glow

release your source

unveil your love

pour dust upon my soul

*

gazing down she softly smiles

her radiant all the more

adore me not

you star fazed one

gaze upon life’s shore

*

I smile into childlike eyes

I but a mirror grand

I gather light into my self

joyous to sit

upon sun’s night stand

*

look up into radiant  light

take in his daily glow

bask in his warmth

no matter what the day

his love for you will show

The harvest moon shot is by Shironekoeuro ck the site for more amazing photography http://www.flickr.com/photos/shironekoeuro/

Celebrate the Harvest Moon (Meigetsu) #haiku #poetry

Bonfire

golden face glow

life stirs beneath your smile

ready for harvest

*

celebrate harvest

kids laughter in hay wagon

stew on the fire

*

We lived in an agricultural area for years.

How fun to celebrate the end of harvest by a bonfire of cornstalks and walnut limbs while the kids went on a moonlight ride.

Celebrate the Harvest Moon (Meigetsu) courtesy of Carpe Diem

Thanks to Briarcroft for the photo of the bonfire