Summer Place

When I was young my brothers and I would be given the job of herding cows from one pasture to another and then wait to drive them home at night. On those long summer afternoons, while tending the cows, we would take advantage of the shade of those big cottonwood trees and dream the day away.

 

cottonwood bw

Old cottonwood trees
float like clouds on the prairie –
shade hot summer days

                                                   -cj holm
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 209 Old / Days
Prompt words: Old & Days
Haiku in 5-7-5

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/07/09/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-209-olddays/

Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 76

summer storm

“Summer Storm” Courtesy Stewart Glazer http://www.stuartglazer.com/New-Abstracts.html

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge 3/20/2018 Joy & Fury – Synonyms Only

moment of passion
under burning summer’s spell
-forbidden delight

focused dance – primeval thirst
heartbeat pounding afterglow

                                            -cj holm
Per Colleen’s Tanka Challenge, I chose delight and passion as my synonyms for joy & fury
(Haiku Form 5-7-5 5-5)

https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/03/20/colleens-2018-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-76-joy-fury/

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 76: joy & fury (#SynonymsOnly)

Wild Prairie Rose

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 153 Star/Bloom

Image credit – http://www.panoramio.com

There for just one day
Delightful star of prairie
Blooms on summer stage

                                    -Clarence Holm

 

https://ronovanwrites.com/2017/06/12/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-153-starbloom/

Honeysuckle Pleasure

I walked alone on prairie trail
Through knee high grass in summer.
Feel August sunlight on my neck
And watch the wandering wind.

The shimmering vista stretches for tomorrow
As I dreamed of times before
Conjure sights of ancient herds
Hearing echoes of thunderous hooves

I think of the mighty Tonka
That provided a way of life
Meat and hide, sinew strong
Weaving memories in drummer’s song

The killdeer’s cries a sharp alarm
Turns my attention home
To evening honeysuckle pleasure
That I’ll share with you alone.

-Clarence Holm