acorn #haiubun.

Haibun: “The Fall of the Leaf”

Fall #haibun.

Who remembers the story of chicken licken and the sky falling on his head

The number of acorns this year is just amazing. I cannot recall having seen so many in a single season. Dry as it has been since early spring the local oak trees have been in good order. But when winter finally falls I do wonder how many will survive any winter storms we get this year.

Crunching over acorns,

Blanketing local footpaths,

Oaks saying goodnight.

thanks mish for this evening’s haibun prompt @ #dversepoets.pub

Celebrate, lets.

Haibun Monday 8-4-25: Silver

Celebrate, lets.
#fisherywharf, #haibun, #haiku, #dversepoetspoets.


Tin for ten. Oh yes not quite silver. Ten years of the Fishery Wharf café. The very place where I learnt to share my words, my poetry. Invited I have been to participate in a celebration poetry slam, my first. So, participate I shall, I shall.

Canal side party,
Within natures corridor,
Celebrate the day.


© 04/08/2025 rog leach.

the madness of march #haibun

Haibun Monday 3-3-25: March Madness

March Madness #haibun.

Winters cold greyness,
Settled in to stay for ever,
Bleakness never ending.

Emerging from winters cold dark grip, life tries to awaken.  My heart yearns for the warmth and young greens of spring. Dashes of yellow shout about what is to come. Daffodils and hazel catkins out.
 	Out for the first open mic of the year and the madness kicks in. Drunk youngsters drowning out calm in their march madness. Fists flying before chairs at the open mic performers. Is it the weather or something manmade? Blue lights ending the night heart stolen by the march madness. 
	
Sunshine 🌞 on Monday,
Skeletal tree shadows reach,
Waiting to bud burst.

© 03/03/2025 rog leach

In limbo

Haibun Monday 2-3-25: Celebrating Groundhog Day

In limbo.

#winter, #groundhogday,  #dverse, #haibun.

In mid winters limbo I wait. Traveling the same route under grey skies. By the one- mile mark as I pass the fuel stop. I start to pine for a seaside trip. By the two-mile mark as I pass the rail station. Winters cold bites my fingers tips. A few weeks until the warmth of spring adds weight to my pining. another day the same groundhog day.

Salty seashore bliss,
Awaits until spring is sprung,
Until then limbo.

© 03/02/2025 rog leach

it’s haibun Monday @ #dversepoetrypub, all i know of groundhog day comes from the Bill Murry film . i am surprised to find out it is not a fictional day.

pyramids?

Haibun Monday 11-18-24: Sci-fi Haibun

Who built the pyramids?

We are a disease!
Our planet has spurned us,
Nature takes back Earth.

	Most of us are dead! Wiped out by floods of biblical proportion. Our cities now laying at the bottom of the oceans we almost emptied of fish. A passing space cruiser seeing struggling. Stopped and picked up the ten thousand survivors. The AI running the ship the last remains of another world. Theirs was swallowed when the star it orbited went super nova. 
	Backwards into time they have been slung, by that explosion. So along we go for the ride cleaning and caring for these mighty beings. Paying for our passage back in time. We have instructions to leave for our ancient ancestors.

Pyramids we build,
Hieroglyphs we write inside,
Earths care instructions.

© 18/11/2024 rog leach.

Thanks Frank @ #dversepoetspub for the great scifku prompt.