When I look down I face the harvest moon
Although I see the earth in morning light.
The sun climbs on my back until it’s noon.
Dead trees lie on the ground, rebirth in sight.
The harvest moon, bright round, will shine tonight.
The woodland path unwinds me here and there
Then stops as cautious deer run off somewhere.
Text: The form of this poem is Chaucerian stanza or rime royal using iambic pentameter with rhyme pattern ababbcc. I plan to use this form on Thursday for the dVerse Form for All.
Photos: “Path Through Fallen Tree”, above, and “More or Less Facing the Harvest Moon”, below, by the author. Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “Under the Harvest Moon” and trablogger’s Mundane Monday. I took all photos at Somme Woods Forest Preserve in Northbrook, Illinois, around the time of the harvest moon.
Some say that they are in the way
But I am glad they’re there.
They’re still and bright and love the light
Projecting pink through day and night
To scare away despair.
Photos: “Pink Guardians of the Entrance”, above, and “Sillness and Light”, below. I am linking both of these to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme of “the stillness and the light”. I am also linking the featured photo to trablogger’s Mundane Monday as well as any of those in the collage that might appear mundane enough.
“Am I so pretty you would take a picture of me?” Yes.
Photos: “Stump”, above, and “Mundane Fungus”, below, by the author. I’ve linked both to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “fungi” as well as trablogger’s Mundane Monday.
When I read Dale’s prompt I asked myself, “Where am I going to find a fungus?” A voice said, “Go to the botanic garden.” I replied, “I’ve never seen a fungus there. It’s too clean.” The voice responded, “Go to the woods in the botanic garden.” I walked to the Mary Mix McDonald Woods and followed the trail until it forked. “Now where?” The voice responded, “Take the boardwalk.” At the end of the boardwalk I saw the fungus. “I’ll have to step off the trail.” The voice responded, “Stop whining and take the photo.” It was the only fungus I saw all day, but I had no need to see another.
Photos: “Table, Coffee, Notebook” above and “Orange, White and Darker” below by the author and linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “A Clockwork’d Orange”. I also linked them to trablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge.
At the Chicago Air and Water Show we watch antique planes from World War I go straight up into the air and turn down dizzy across Lake Michigan looping and looping. Then we watch more advanced planes go even higher into the air and turn down looping, pretending to run into each other. They were from World War II. Finally we see planes that could float above the water like a UFO. They move even faster. They were from World War III.
Along the lake we watch seagulls rest one per piling in the water, well-behaved, living in the light, indifferent to the air show, keeping their distances and yet clearly together. Back home I notice that my neighbor’s flower bed is still colorful, but showing its age in the light of summer joy.
PETALS DROP WITH AGE
AUGUST AIR WARMS SEAGULL PEACE
EVEN WE CAN FLY
Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday hosted by Toni with the topic, “What did we you do on your summer vacation?”
Photos: “Lines and Waves” above and “A Neighbor’s Garden” below by the author both linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the themes “Living in the Light” or “Rain”.
At times I cannot find my dreams
Or fear what they might be:
Hidden habits I don’t want
With burdens blinding me?
With them my heart stays anyway.
My mind’s not far behind
Though searching for some better dreams
If better I might find.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson here, aka WhimsyGizmo, with prompt word “dream”.
Photos: “My Heart is Where My Dreams Are” above and “Other Heart-Dream Locations” below by the author linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “where is your heart?” The first photo is also my answer to Jane Dougherty’s challenge to show the surroundings where we write.