A narrow slate sidewalk
covered in pine needles
led to the side door of my grandmother’s house.

Old house, old neighborhood
wrapped in misshapen sidewalk heaved from frost
still with a few iron horse hitching posts.

There was a smell at the side door
pervasive, persistant, earthy
lingering wordless in the shade.

Purple lilacs in the spring
pale blue iris in June
English ivy up the house

Periwinkle, leaves so dark they looked black
grape vines for birds to pluck fruit in the fall
summer window box of red and white petunias

The smell was none of these
no lilacs or iris or petunias ever
smelled this old.

the month of the damned
in western New York.

I couldn’t stand it any longer
the unending gloom must have forced me to ask
what is that smell?

What is that smell under this tree that surely lost needles and cones far exceeding the rate it could replace them, next to the wrought iron fence, between the houses, in perpetual shade among all the old that I had the capacity to imagine.

My mother said


Disastrous/1 haiku

Frozen twilight   mute
Purple gray inspiration
Between disaster


Soil/1 haiku

Boys play, tilling dark
Summer eyes hoping for stars
No matter the soil


Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #158


Pink summer lilies
Liberty Garden holding
Seashells on a stem

Pinking sheers chomping
Brown corduroy revealing
Shell of winter’s coat



Fledgling left the nest
Searching for greener grasses
Restless for rainbows

Summer shower
Wet umbrella
Fading rainbow



Bury/1 haiku

Fiction and cookbooks
Buried between rain and stars
Time scented pages


Kitchen/4 haiku

No grit, grime or grease
Organized and sanitized
Bugs invade the flour

Kitchen sink bubbles
Swirling, soapy dinner dreams
Cuts grease, soft on hands

Living alone brings
Dishes for eternity
Stacks of stale crackers

No mail dares loiter
Lists, coupons and recipes
Evaporate, too



Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #157

Among silver threads
Irate yellow moth struggles
Amused spider waits

First 7 Prompts/Atlanta Airport

Passengers scamper
Dash from T to B to D
Sail America
Pluck a ticket tethered by
Gravity and a tired quill


Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #156

Ocean of silence
Undertow pulling secrets
Away from the shore