Acorn cups

in his pocket

acorn cups and daisies

treasures for a day

NaHaiWriMo

Day 11 - woods

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in the woods
speckled with snow
fallow deer

no deer in sight here 

NaHaiWriMo Day 5

vegetables:

soleil, chaleur

on mange dehors

tomates provençales

freshly picked

young runner beans

give them ten minutes

More NaHaiWriMo

Day 4 spice/ épice

ail et Gauloises

herbes d’Aix en Provence

années soixante

and

scent of cinnamon

calls from the kitchen

coffee and crumb cake

National Haiku Writing Month

NaHaiWriMo in English


NaHaiWriMo en français

Ok - here we go, I decided to try the French as well, since someone on another website is doing this. No promises that I'll manage one a day.

Feb 1 - prompt - pasta:

life-blood of the heart

of England

spaghetti junction

and 1 in French - It refers to the Mauriac novel - le Nœud de Vipères, about a family who fall out about a future will, as far as I remember. This is rather a bitter little haiku:

repas en famille

spaghettis

noeud de vipères

(family meal

spaghetti

knot of vipers)

or vipers' tangle ( The title of one English translation)

Feb 2 - prompt  - eggs:

austerity -

do not kill the goose

that lays the wooden egg

l'austérité -

faut pas tuer la poule
aux œufs de bois

This one feels better in French - more compact?

Feb 3 - prompt - cheese:

vie caillée

transformée par l’art

fromage savoureux

curdled life

transmuted through art

tasty cheese

Nearly time

I was walking through the Pocket Park, camera slung round my neck, switched off, when this heron flew up from the pond, really close.  By the time I'd reacted it was making its way into the distance.
But hey, blue sky!

Heron Moment

Morning sunlight tempts me out 

with neither thickest fleece,

nor leggings next my skin.

The sky shines blue as crystal lake.

With the wind behind me, I sally forth.

I wander into the muddy pocket park

and flush a heron from its fishing spot.

Caught between two thoughts

Stay still and watch, it may return,

or Go for it! Grab the photo now 

I hesitate too long. 

The auto-focus wobbles and acts dumb.

The darn bird’s no more than a speck.

I insist, hope it’s focused and click

on the shrinking heron flying north.