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In-additions…

After writing two poems for this week’s Ronovan Writes Haiku Weekly Poetry Challenge (see my Quilted Poetry post of Monday, 6 July 2020: Stargazing), I found myself wanting to write a few more and continue the fun.


as evening’s lights dim
the mind drifts from thoughts to dreams
restless ripples gone

afloat on night’s calm waters
cradled in sea lullabies

Copyright © 2020-07-08, by Lizl Bennefeld.

painted ladies on coneflowers
Afternoon Tea

flowers in sunlight
the Painted Ladies curtsy…
settle in for tea

Copyright © 2020-07-08, by Lizl Bennefeld.

 

time almost never
matches with the goals at hand…
hurry? more rewrites?

would that time were elastic
or my planning more precise

Copyright © 2020-07-07, by Lizl Bennefeld.

No photographs for now but some Painted Lady butterflies from my archives, since we had two or three summers of a larger-than-usual population of them, here in the Red River Valley.

The Scampers, yesterday and today, had some stomach irritations, which ran into distress, coddling, and temporarily, short rations. All is now quiet. The Scampers are asleep.

Coffee Break · Nature · Poetry

A poem – “Mouse Dreams”

Snow and ice over long grass
First Snowfall

“Mouse Dreams”

Beneath the covers
of snow and multicolored
leaves, mice dream warm dreams.

Grasses form their beds,
gathered on thick mattresses:
sweet, late-summer seeds.

In winter colors,
now, the world is white and black…
brown in hope of spring.

Copyright ©  2015-11-16, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.

Most field mice don’t make it to their second year of life, but in protected areas they can live years longer. As in our house as we were growing up.

There were lots of cats in our home, and they came and went as they pleased. And so Mother Cat would go outdoors of an evening, catch a field mouse or house mouse, and bring it inside (with our mother’s cooperation) and dow into the basement, where she would gather her kittens around her and teach them how to attack a mouse. Inevitably, some mice were wiser and more skillful at getting away from kittens than the kittens were in catching mice.

And so we had a mouse population long after the last of the cats had died and been buried. I was fortunate not to have personal encounters with them. I did, however, keep pet mice for some years. Mice are nice people. — Lizl

I wrote this for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge #71: Cover & Color, but it really belongs here. I am not sure these three haiku qualify as “fleeting moments” involving nature…Unless the mice are dreaming about summertime and running through the green grass.

I probably need more coffee. Good morning!