black erasing white
on the farmer’s fallow field
-crows return to nest
Empty winter perches
cast blue shadows in the snow
mice tunnel below
Buds on the dogwood
waiting for springtime to burst
Eyes open life’s gone
Shrouded body – clouds of steam
Last rites lit by flare
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 179 Flare / Steam
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 150 Miracle/Save
In the brief moments of the sunsets glow,
As the sky moves from light to shadow.
Birds take to roost and conclude their chatters
While life take stock of all that matters.
Warm golden daylight gives way to darkened night,
A cold meditation of what went wrong or right.
Decisions made and placed aside,
Tomorrows coming, time to go inside.
“Ormsby – The Big O!”
The wind wailed across the prairie
Giving voice to a darkened sky
Calling to those that seem unwary
Pay more attention to its cry.
Watch the clouds that sail in air
And move from dawn to dark.
Grey mists that shade lights glare
And travel heavens graceful arc.
Feel the earth men glorify
And run through fields of green
Where skies are blue and birds still fly
So much is left unseen.
Last fall’s colors fade
Underneath the winter snow
Life begins anew
This season of transition
Helps refresh immortal souls
Written in response to “The Daily Post’s One Word Prompt “Faded”
“Ormsby – The very few and the mostly proud!”