Finding Freedom

This is for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge, for which we are writing about freedom this week, in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. I wrote about the changing of the seasons and the freedom to let go.


photo by the author

Trees let go of leaves,
Clouds are allowed to cover
Sun and bring in snow:
Make room for freedom, welcome
Life in each varied season.


Hope and Magic

This week’s Ronovan Writes challenge is to use the words “hope” and “magic” in a haikai poem. I have 2 to share.


Children believe in

Magic, and the word “hopeless”

Is not know to them —

Why do adults turn away

From wells of ageless wisdom?

Coming and going,

Hope is not a magic spell.

How I love her face,

How her presence saves from hell,

Nothing else can take her place.

Rain in Winter

After a few attempts, here is my contribution for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge #15, for which we are writing about either arctic cold or winter storms. Though there is no snow over where I live, we did get some rain today.

California loves

Winter storms; parched land drinks rain,

Thirsty from summer.

This Winter

For Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge, which this week is about the winter solstice. Here in southern California, we don’t really have seasons, but it is getting a little colder. I love this time if year! However, the fires worry me, though I live far enough away.

In California,

Mid-December comes with no

Blankets of white snow,

Many trees seem evergreen.

Fires help us seasons know.