Haibun: Gentle Rain

It is Quadrille Monday at dVerse and the word for the day is “tranquility” or a variant thereof. What is a quadrille? A poem, in any form, of exactly 44 words using the given word. The title is not included in the 44 words. Lillian is our host!

Haibun:  Gentle Rain
On the back porch, I nap in my rocking chair. Rain gently tippy-taps on the leaves. Tranquility abounds. The smell of rain is like a blanket. I snuggle in the scent.
gentle rain
croons a lullaby –
back and forth in the rocker

 

 

 

Nap

For Hedge’s 55. For those of you who have never heard or, never listened to a cardinal, I am including the music they make.  This is also posted for Poets United Poetry Pantry.  Happy Mothers Day to you all. If your mother is still alive, let her know how much you love her. My mother died last June. I miss her every day.

Nap
Ninety-three degrees at noon.
The scent of white clover is heavy.
Sitting in the shade on my back porch –
A cardinal on top of the birdhouse –
spot of blood against the greenyellowblue
Chirpchirpchirp.
The sound follows me down into my dreams –
Chripchirpchirp
Like a tiny temple bell – but
I can’t find my way back home