A Bygone Era


I just realized that I am behind on posting haiku. Hence, there is now a four month back-log of my weirdness.

Here are some poems from March in no particular order.

Originally, I had a great picture of an earthworm (Lumbricus terrestris) crawling on the sidewalk after it rained to accompany the first poem, but I could not find it in my recent photos. I apologize if this causes any disappointment.

It’s worming season!

Lumbricids crawl on sidewalks

Just looking for love?

Queen snake half-coiled with head raised.
Snake rears up, ready
To strike at me on the trail
Crawl back into your hole!
Shelves in a grocery store, almost completely denuded of toilet paper.
Three new confirmed cases now
Are in my hometown
Peek a boo kitty
Thinks she is in the Jungle
Preparing to pounce
Recently built houses, one with windows brightly lit, the other dark with a truck parked in the driveway. The sun is setting behind a bank of purple clouds in the background between the two houses.
My brain is slowly
Turning into slushy goo
It’s past my bedtime
Perspective looking up at the Sun Prairie Public Library, a beige brick building late in the afternoon in early March. A tiny crescent moon in the blue sky directly above the peak of the roof.
O blessed building
Most of the work gets done
At the library

As a thank-you for reading my poetry, here is a picture of an impending altercation between my cats:

On the left, a large male brown tabby cat with white paws and chest stands on a kitchen counter in front of a colander filled with shredded kale, facing a small grey female cat that is backing away from him.
“No, Graefin. You can’t eat mom’s kale!”

I will share some more haiku before the end of next month.

Stay safe, everyone!

Mere Anarchy

Could current events be dire portents of THE END?

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.

William Butler Yeats, “The Second Coming”

Sound familiar? Yes, that could pretty much describe what is going on in the world today, even though Yeats penned it over 100 years ago. I adore that poem. It is a reminder that – time and time again – history enjoys repeating itself. Civilizations rise and fall. Nations and kingdoms will strive against one another. There are wars and rumors of wars. Plagues and pestilences, famine and earthquakes occur. In response to their questions regarding the end times, Jesus Christ told his apostles that the above were the “beginning of birth pains.” He also said that his followers would be persecuted and wickedness would increase in the world. And the gospel would be preached in the whole world (refer to Matthew 24:3-14.)

All of these things have come to pass, over and over again.

And yet, time marches inexorably on. We are still waiting – impatiently and with ill grace – for the return of our gracious savior. However, he will come in his own good time to wake the world up from its sorrowful history.

In the meantime and in light of the violence and injustice that has happened, is happening – and will continue to happen everyday until Jesus comes back – I find the following verses both instructive and comforting:

Commit your way to the Lord;
    trust in him and he will do this:
He will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn,
    your vindication like the noonday sun.

Be still before the Lord
    and wait patiently for him;
do not fret when people succeed in their ways,
    when they carry out their wicked schemes.

Refrain from anger and turn from wrath;
    do not fret—it leads only to evil.
For those who are evil will be destroyed,
    but those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land

Psalm 37:5-9

I might not fully comprehend the rage and pain of those experiencing racism, but I am praying for peace and equality. My heart and prayers go out to all who are suffering right now.

March Back…and Fourth!

It’s haiku time – mainly about cats!
Majestic feline,
queen of all she surveys:
a filthy bathroom
A blue tardigrade
peeks out of the blue coat hood
on a blue Monday
Window dreaming cat
it goes without saying that
Walter is naughty
Marmalade Harry
yawns majestically at
his adoring fans
Marmalade kitty
stares at his kick tube toy and
contemplates mayhem
Singing that old song:
“I’m leaving on a jet plane…”
Toob Cat sez: hoo carez?
Winging the way home
I didn’t want to come back…
Don’t jump off the plane!