Bramber

Bramber castle in the rain
just as dusk was falling
walking in the muddy moat
as the night came calling

The tower was quite ethereal
with moonlight shadow cast
An image we’ll remember
as a memory to last

October dawned again

10 of 12 in the Jemverse ‘October’ series

With rain today October dawned
Autumn’s finally here
but I’m grateful for the summer
which has brought us lots of cheer

Colder now the sun has gone
The green though still remains
The memory has yet to fade
The warmth still in my veins

Pitter Patter

It’s weather for the ducks up here
in Nottingham today
Been raining hard since Sussex
as to here I’ve made my way

And though cats and dogs may feature
it’s the ducks I’ll mention now
as they don’t seem to mind a bit
and enjoy it here somehow

Rain on the Moor

Here on the moor
Rain closes you down

Raining in August

This year we decided
not to travel to sun
but enjoy it at home for a change
But perhaps that decision
now with some derision
with hindsight, we should rearrange

Come Summer

This time last year
we were spoilt that’s for sure
As the sunshine it came
and the temperatures soared
But this year it seems
we’ve returned to the fray
For June in full swing
sees rain every day

a token of love – haiku

 

 

Grow flower – live.

Splatter – Splash, Rain

clip-art photo

 

 

Pg. 1-2

HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending

HAIKU: PRAYING FOR THE RAIN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Wildflowers Withering

Raining haiku

Soft, warm and gentle
getting wet doesn’t matter
as the water falls

Precipitation haiku

Soft pitter patter
Summer rain falls from the sky
Fragrant petrichor

Typhoon 7

Why don’t you come back?
The day is not yet dawning,
The sun has yet to start shining,
And as far as I’m concerned,
There’s no evidence it ever will.
So why not come back to bed?

Why don’t you come back?
Dark grey clouds still cover the sky
Which has been sobbing since yesterday,
And shows no sign of stopping soon.
Mother Nature is under the weather,
So why not call in sick today?

Night Out

The night holds weapons, battlements, arms
how fat it grows, full and strong, with the wooly
thickness of a coat, and the deepness of a well;
down, down, down we both go, holding hands
with exhales flaring up, hot flotsam on the sea.

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The night is wet and noisy,
Clammy hands cradle me

Tsuyu: The Rainy Season

As the conductor takes the stage,
The gentle drone of the audience
Turns to apprehensive, expectant silence
Awaiting the impending down stroke.

But before the ictus,
His rushing lift of the baton
Sends forth a gust of wind,
Chilling the air,
While raising the heat of anxiety.

Static Force

Our hands have become limp.
I guess this is when the leaves fall off the trees.
The Cascade snow fills the reservoir for my home,
but night and day, all I hear about is our rain.

Splash

Felt a tiny splash
as I walked along the beach
Precipitation from the sky
just there out of reach

Cool, the April weather
had made me wrap up warm
So a little rain this time of years’
in keeping with the norm

Song of the Earthworms

The earthworms sing about rain

While we complain

Jolly songs as they move the soil

With their soft heads

To sunshine I defer

April showers
or sunshine
I know which I’d prefer
Golden shafts v greyish strokes
To sunshine I defer

A Dance in the Rain…

Painted by Me

When you take me in your arms, i forget all my pain

Beautiful are such times that i can’t ever complain

In Time

Stones, rolled down her eyes
And the meadows, found a sky
Rain clasped wanderlust leaves
Rolled up a breeze in her moment

Mellow Yellow (revisited)

1 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Yellow’ series

Fortunate fellow
Sitting in yellow
Feeling quite mellow
Rains come
Howling winds bellow
Rising crescendo
To diminuendo
Then… sun

The Big Black Storm

Windstorms have battered my life for days, treble the rain,
tintinnabulation on the streets, a highway roaring like a sea of heaves
of grimness, mornings glamsy, murdered pink some dawns, strewn
with hoods and caps and umbrellas, and the grey swallows up
the goldfinches’ wings, the stellar jay sky, it’s hidden somewhere above.

Unsettled

The misty ridden morning
waits like a pendulum in mid swing,
cross and blue, no longer alive,
leopard printed in death’s oily colors.

I untie the souls, with the windows
curving swards bent under the dewy dunes,
haled by dawn’s wet forehead,
no graves have been dug for this.

HAIKU: CLOUD RIDE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

it hits my window

THE WIND WAGED WAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

the wind waged war

with it’s ally the rain

 

the battlefields

were littered with

the leaves of autumn

When it Pours on Kohima

When it pours down on Kohima in October,You fetch your sweater or a light shawl,

Your feet are cold but just slightly.

Your Mom takes out her knitting set and wool,

And you sit by the fire and warm your toes.

The aromatic rice in the cooker is alluring,