Autumn is a season when images accumulate faster than I can write appropriate poetry, so I will sometimes post an unsung image.
Sundown where I am
is sunup to someone else,
a world’s width away.
Photo © Patrick JenningsSundown ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #351
Her crayon goes from Sun to Earth,
thru a window and some glassware,
and then a little farther still.
She scribbles nonsense on a wall.
Yes, using the category [ekphrastic poetry] would be more accurate than using the category [haiga]. The word [ekphrastic] is way too dysphonious for describing any kind of poetry I might like, so I pretend that the poem is a haiku. Close enough?
Ah, such a cheery yellow graces the month of September. Alas, ragweed flowers out of sight at the same time, giving goldenrod a bad rep among some people with hay fever. While ragweed sheds pollen to the whims of the wind, goldenrod holds pollen that will be picked up and transported by insect pollinators. You’re not likely to inhale any goldenrod pollen unless a bee crawls up your nose.
Riding the wind and
calm about impermanence,
clouds form and vanish.
Calm ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #348
From a distant sun,
some light finds another sun
and can shine again.
Glowing yellow like the sun,
spider waits for prey to come.
Like many juvenile birds, this male cardinal sat still and looked befuddled, then changed position a little, and then sat still and looked befuddled. With his face centered in the focus frame and a moderately fast shutter speed, he should have been in focus. My camera’s autofocus probably got distracted by the twigs all around him. While my camera has good manual overrides for most of its automatic choices, its manual focusing is a lame joke. So I made lemonade from lemons with the final line of my haiku.
Memories linger
tho nobody is still here
to remember them.
Visit Lingering to see the inspiration.
Redden, then blacken,
then become any color
in a bird’s feathers.
double or single
“Rose of Sharon” or “Althea”
sunny or cloudy
Stoneware bowl
imagines being …
balsa bird.
When they bloom,
each day is sunny.
Food’s good too.
Mellow Curmudgeon 