juniper breeze
in afternoon shimmer
a beer bottle breaks ST
the shatter of glass
against hot concrete SB
nightfall, bats soaring
cutting through moon shadows
the trees hold still LC
scissors in hand
sprained wrist keeps paper whole ST
paper must wait
to become a weathergram—
the art of healing SB
iris ripped by rain
perfume lost to the storm LC
damp evening stillness
the porch swing barely squeaking
summer holds its ground ST
warmth still rising from earth
stars begin to cool the air SB
frogs across the field
singing to the Northern Star
this is the old path LC
worn stone walkway, new home,
dust gusts from next cleared lot ST
above the dust-swirls
the vastness of sky SB
yellow moon
a misty ghost coyote
walking the canyon ridge LC
the cloud's silence scoots
across scorched sky, highlighting
yesterday's breakup ST
sun burns the horizon
this is how dawn comes SB
low clouds glowing
town lights reach the sky
a drunk heading home LC
young couple strolls, dog barks,
car backfires, night rolls on ST
morning noises blend
sun silently follows
the arc of clouds SB
she reaches for the golden butterfly
that flies freely across the field LC
in afternoon shimmer
a beer bottle breaks ST
the shatter of glass
against hot concrete SB
nightfall, bats soaring
cutting through moon shadows
the trees hold still LC
scissors in hand
sprained wrist keeps paper whole ST
paper must wait
to become a weathergram—
the art of healing SB
iris ripped by rain
perfume lost to the storm LC
damp evening stillness
the porch swing barely squeaking
summer holds its ground ST
warmth still rising from earth
stars begin to cool the air SB
frogs across the field
singing to the Northern Star
this is the old path LC
worn stone walkway, new home,
dust gusts from next cleared lot ST
above the dust-swirls
the vastness of sky SB
yellow moon
a misty ghost coyote
walking the canyon ridge LC
the cloud's silence scoots
across scorched sky, highlighting
yesterday's breakup ST
sun burns the horizon
this is how dawn comes SB
low clouds glowing
town lights reach the sky
a drunk heading home LC
young couple strolls, dog barks,
car backfires, night rolls on ST
morning noises blend
sun silently follows
the arc of clouds SB
she reaches for the golden butterfly
that flies freely across the field LC
We ran two Renga "streams" for the gathering of our group One Breath Poets/Haiku Circle that you can find on Facebook. There is a discussion of Renga posted on our page, as well. This is so wonderful -to work with others, crisscrossing our inner and outer landscapes.
ReplyDeleteThese are steeped in mood and atmosphere, Lorna. I especially like the frogs stanza and "this is the old path".
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