The Ash Tree

ash-tree

I lost an Ash tree
That had been part of my yard
It was there before me
And I had watched it grow large.

I had climbed it and cursed it,
Made it part of a wall.
I watered and trimmed it,
And raked its’ leaves last Fall.

It served up a shadow,
Cool respite from the sun.
It shielded my garden,
From harsh winds from the West

I noticed lost branches,
At first just a few.
They broke off in windstorms
And littered the yard.

Last summer I witnessed
The shade had grown smaller.
Large limbs had grown brittle,
So many were gone.

The trunk had grown hollow
Now it was home for the ants.
The blackbirds still chattered
But the red robins had moved on.

I spoke with a neighbor,
I was concerned for a barn.
If the tree were to fall over,
It might cause great harm.

We brought out our axes
And went on with the task.
We took down the Ash tree,
Now just a memory of the past.

-cj holm

Wine Sampling

romewine

in lord’s wine cellar
sage tastes ripened fruit of vine
surrounded by thought

a fool rushes to judgment
when grapes are ready to share

                                                                          -cj holm

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 236 Sage / Vine
5-7-5 7-7

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/01/14/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-236-sagevine/

Early At My Window

            yard light
breaks the darkness
     -morning cup of joe

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winter burns
white fingertip
-in a mitten hole

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morning light
on winter snow
cat tracks near the door

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early colors
                         displayed in grey
      bunny waits for dawn

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my long-haired cat
sheds mostly white
sleeping on my lap

 

                                  -©2019 cj holm

Buffoonery

Selected Haikus Donald Trump Might Have Written

©2018 cj holm

the art of the deal
is built on bluff and bluster
-cheeseburger sizzle

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Locked in plush cabin
soaring on our Airforce One
putt rolls past the cup

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two years this office
golden trash bin overflows
cuckoo – cuckoo

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on the Potomac
well after sunrise in east
two generals quake

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Vladmir offers hand
in so many helpful ways
no collusion

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watching my white house
so many talking heads
two scoops of ice cream

Fishing

In the river valley below the dam, I spent days watching the lazy river’s current, while my thoughts went out to play…

Sun-bleached signs along the trail
Timbered shadows surround me
Songbirds call to find their mate
Forest chorus rejoices.

Tufts of grass provide my chair.
Far river rock my target.
Toss out my silver lure,
A bamboo pole restrains it.

Deepwater in this creek,
A hidden world below.
Minnow play around my bait,
Small memories from that time ago.

                                     ©2018 cj holm