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Super Bowl Haiku

January 18, 2015

From 2014 contest:

It’s the Super Bowl?
I do not get reception
From under my rock.
–Stacy Casson

A Call For Super Bowl Haiku

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by Ray Rasmussen

 

windfall –
a basket full
of memories

Midnight, the windows of the homes unlit. Elm branches sway in a warm breeze. Leaves rustle.

I enter a back alley, glance around, scramble over a wooden fence, intent on stealing apples.

Once this was my yard. On a visit, my father noticed the lack of trees and bought the one whose bounty I plan to plunder. Side by side, we planted it, me helping him with the shovel, both of us on our knees tamping down the earth around its roots. Year after year, my daughters and I picked apples, made apple pie, enjoyed the bounty.

I pick one, bite in. Its sweetness takes me back to my father’s backyard – to the times I would climb the tree, pick tart Gravenstein’s.
He died ten years ago. A year later I sold the house, and while I have fruit trees in my new backyard, it’s these apples that are my father’s.

apple tree

Daily Haiku – November

November 1, 2014

A Storm Haiku for November

Ground covered by leaves

blended by storm winds and rain

now softly dripping

 

Daily Haiku – The Shell

October 30, 2014

sea’s sound in the breeze
captured in a pretty shell
nature’s gift to me

The Shell by Andrea Dietrich

Daily Haiku – Ancestors

October 28, 2014

at the jumble sale
the photo of someone’s grandma,
she smiles at me

Carpe Diem #534, Ancestors

Daily Haiku – Tides

October 27, 2014

dim skies, vague yearning
rising tides, falling waters
time passing in waves

Dag Travner ~ An Author Blog on Literature, Philosophy, Arts

622) Banfi Chianti Classico 2011 (Italy)

Spent the night drinking

With 13th century ghosts

That spoke no English

The Red Wine Haiku Review