#Haibun #Poetry 24 Seasons…

Autumn Ambles In

Waiting to dislodge the domain of summer, she dawdles on the sidewalk, watching the shenanigans of Mother Nature.  Supported by blazing sun, the dog days of summer linger but they match my yearning of breezy afternoons, of chaste colors lending exquisite grandeur to the new season.

watch morning glory,
as a new coolness vibrates
autumn ambles in.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

My Kigo words: The dog days of summer, morning glory, a new coolness.

Image from Pixaby

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Winter Whispers

Winter in the Country, c. 1859 by George Henry Durrie, Artist from the National Gallery of Art

Winter Whispers

Dare I step out on this winter morning when all I want is to close all the doors on the soft glow of morning that is offering hope, a hope I want to reject, a hope that seems meaningless at this hour? An unknown force pulled me out of the grieving grave, whispering in my ear – I am with you; look within; my love will forever guide you out of this darkness. I stumbled out.

snowy path ahead
new beginnings beckoning
despite the cold clouds

Stony eyed, I turn back and look at the cottage that was full of life once. Withering winds of wet winter could never deter our pleasure of enjoying long walks – togetherness that was the envy of many.

winter moon beaming
unaware of dismal songs
reverberating 

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

The challenge this week is: you choose the form, and you choose the past season, and the winter kigo words or use the piece of art above, as an inspiration. You must use at least one kigo word in your poem. Remember, if you write a haibun or a haiku, the kigo word is required in the haiku.

Kigo word used:  new beginnings, cold clouds, winter moon.

#Snowstorm

Image by Clay LeConey from Unsplash

Snowstorm

An endless walk into snowy sadness – the serene landscape of winter, breathing bubbles of loneliness that threatens to last forever. I gape at the beauty, wrapped in a deceitful cloak of hope that is phony. Frozen tears sheathe my vision; I can’t see beyond winter snow. Burying my face in the scarf, I wander in this desolation, shivering.

shrouded in cold clouds
I stand, without a foothold
snowstorm rages within
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge is to compose a haibun, with at least one haiku, using a Kigo word.

Kigo words that I chose for this challenge: cold clouds.