Haiku Ten – Eight

This haiku welcomes
Musical orchid delight
In verse melodies

Connections through time
Directing education
Emancipation

Words ignite desires
Passions flow beneath covers
Pleasures of reading

A spring flower blooms
Smiling eyes bursting with joy
Beauty in season

Reasons forgotten
Light dims with every heartbeat
Your touch haunts me still

Captured by your smile
Laughing eyes show me the way
Darkness never dawns

Questions surround me
Answers move into focus
Silence without tears

Laughter without tears
Silence without loneliness
Nothing without pain

Restless thoughts ramble
Shadows whisper endlessly
Silhouettes dancing

On a stormy night
An Old Dark House mystery
Imagination

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

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Haiku Ten – Seven

Writing for many
Haiku in social circles
An undying art

Shadows on the screen
Living a nitrate daydream
Moments in darkness

Ruby lips entice
Smiling eyes pluck at heart strings
Beauty is timeless

Weary thoughts ignite
Forgotten memories burn
Dreaming in shadows

Lost in memories
Searching for hope in shadows
A dreamer awakes

Desires become one
And release hidden passions
Silence the darkness

Gentle thoughts caress
Distraction clouds my vision
Reflecting desires

Grey light surrounds me
Shadows fade into the night
Longing for your kiss

Early evening chill
A relentless rain pours down
Prelude to springtime

Not the Ides of March
About ole St Patrick’s Day
Time for a birthday

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Haiku Ten – Four

Soulful eyes embrace
Delicate soft lips to kiss
Beauty in full bloom

Lie back in comfort
Watch the flakes float by and dance
Whispered thoughts of spring

Longing for darkness
Peace and serenity shines
The light of sadness

Echoes fade in light
Shifting winds and silent flakes
A gentle snow falls

The snow has fallen
All rejoiced at the beauty
Then there was silence

Passions sharing thoughts
Amidst cold winds and dark skies
No blossoms in bloom

A cloak of wonder
Unseen to unknowing eyes
Hidden from within

From this point of view
Gazing into eyes so blue
Tears like morning dew

Frosted windows blur
Thoughts stir of days long ago
Your thoughts guides me still

Lost in thoughts again
Memories of you burn bright
Shadows moving in

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Long Summer Days and Dark Autumn Nights

Stars and Fireflies

No matter how far I go I’ll always remember
Long summer days and dark autumn nights
Cold winter snow and wood burning stoves
Clear starry nights and the Northern Lights

Memories flow through child eyes of days long ago
Those lazy days and clear blue skies
The sound of crickets through the window screen
As stars and fireflies light the cool dark nights

Wild strawberries, raspberries and blueberries
Stained fingers and lips, the tell tale signs of joy
Leaving just enough for winter preserves
While waiting for the apples to ripen and fall

Lying on soft grass staring into starry skies
Northern Lights shifting in midnight breezes
With the Northern Star shining bright
As the Milky Way arches through the night

Buzzing mosquitoes search through the dark
As black flies crawl beneath bed clothes and bite
Late night voices heard from a crystal radio set
“The Shadow” and eerie sounds from outer space

Smell of fresh cut hay drying in the fields
Sitting atop a creaking split rail fence
Waiting for the chance to steer the tractor just once
Getting bored when the opportunity never came

Summer holidays came and went too fast
School busses ran with the September rain
Morning mists shroud the low lying fields
As burning leaves choke the cooling air

Rare autumn warmth and cinnamon float by
Apple, blueberry, rhubarb and pumpkin pie
Ready for giving thanks and the town dance
Wood split and piled, cord next to double cord

Late October looms, trick or treating in the rain
Pillowcases filled with spoils, we run for home
Emptied on the hearth rug, to all an equal share
Rolling thunder echo as autumn storms set in

A leak in the roof–split-splat–into an old sauce pan
Rain pours down; more drops hit the hot cook stove
Sizzling and bubbling, scurrying to the edge, hissing
Protesting the heat and journey through shingled roof

Rain turns to snow and warmth to bitter cold
Trees stand bare having shed their coat of leaves
Shivering in mid-winter winds, covered in snow
A white halo twinkling in mid-morning light

Flakes fall morning, noon and night, collecting
Soft, fluffy snow perfect for snowball fights
Forts made, sides chosen, battles lost and won
Snow continues to fall as days blend and blur

Fresh pine needles carpet bare wooden floors
Their sweet scent foretelling joys of Christmas day
Waking in the early morning to heavy snow falling
With the smell of roast turkey and pumpkin pie

As carols play on the radio, to the tree we all did run
Handmade socks and woollen hats for one and all
Colouring books and Matchbox trucks just for me
Singing songs and feasting all the day long

Sitting by the fire, making toast from wood coals
Strong winds blow as the snow piles up outside
December fades and the pine needles cleared
Warm fires roar as dark nights became colder

In February the days become longer and nights shorter
Sunny days of March warm the thawing ground and trees
Sweet tasting sap starts to rise, tapped and gathered
Boiled down to make sweet golden maple syrup

Exposed rocks, heated by the morning sun
Snakes roused from winter bathe in the warmth
Lilies break the surface and begin to bloom
Leaves sprout as summer rolls round again

No matter how far I go I’ll always remember
The taste of maple sap on frosty spring mornings
The smell of wood smoke lingering in the air
And long summer days and dark autumn nights

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

A Hero’s Farewell

This is a prequel to my other WWI poem Where Once Stood Men

Church Bells Rang

When she spoke her voice was soft and warm
They met at the village church one Sunday morn
Searching for words to say he walked her home
Holding hands, never wanting to leave her side

Cherry blossoms whispered in cool morning breeze
Petals fell, swirling to the ground through silvery mist
A blanket of red and pink covered the muddy ground
The sweet scent filled their nostrils as they passed by

Late spring turned to summer as romance bloomed
Marvelling in her dimples every time she laughed
When the call came he answered, joining with his pals
But now one last night together with the girl he loves

At the village dance they swayed to the music
Arm around his sweetheart, holding her close
Feeling her warmth, her curves, loves first blush
Whispering in her ear, thoughts of her close

Leaving the dance, hand and hand they walked
Up the hill in moonlight as wispy clouds rolled by
Soft music faded into the cool night air below
Village lights flickered as merriment continued

Their last night together before he marched forth
She will give him a precious gift with a promise
She will wait for him as he promises in return
They will marry when he returns home a hero

They came from villages, towns and cities
Farmers, bankers, clerks, students and shop boys
Leaving mothers, fathers, wives and sweethearts
All answering the call of King and Country

From all corners of the land excited whispers ran
And with shouts of joy the church bells rang
A hero’s farewell as soldiers marched to war
A living memento mori shrouded in cheer

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

The Sweet Scent of Spring

Dancing Upon Sunbeams

Early morning fog shrouds the forest in its silvery grip
Smokey tendrils rise up and swirl reaching for the light
Bare trees sway dripping morning dew like tears of joy
The sigh of a new day dawning echoes through the mist

The sun breaks through cascading its rays burning a path
Sunlight dances on the breeze drying all that it caresses
Swollen streams rushing ever onward yearning for release
Blackened leaves float, a remembrance of autumn past

Rustling of cherry blossoms and bird song fill the air
Flowers reaching upward glistening in morning light
Clouds ever shifting, battling for position overhead
Coolness of their creeping shadows felt as they pass

In an ever changing pattern grey clouds move in
Soon a bursting sun shower dampens the ground
With the rain gone the sun returns with its warmth
And a sweet scent of spring wafts through the air

Birds flutter from tree top to tree top basking in warmth
The sky clears; a deep blue canopy stretches forth above
A shining moon hovers in the sky as day and night equal
Butterflies dance on sunbeams announcing spring is here

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.