Hungry, again (not my photo)

ravenous robin
searching with an eager eye
to catch early worms


[haiku.] Copyright © 2021-10-05, by Lizl Bennefeld.

American Robin Nest5
creative commons license

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 378 AVID and Worm

Look forward to Spring | Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 340

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 340 RELEASE and Simple.

release from darkness
simple joy in springtime’s breeze
relax into peace

whispering of butterflies
morning songs of cheerful birds

Copyright © 2021-01-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Image by Ronny Overhate from PixabayPixabay

snowflakes on water

snowfall on water
snow on open water

windswept sunlight
ripples sparkle on the water
shadows dance below

when the lake’s surface stills
each falling snowflake chimes

Copyright © 2020/10/01, by Lizl Bennefeld.

This is the first day in October, and judging by the temperature drop, I am expecting snow to appear soon in our weather forecasts. As it stands, frost late tonight and tomorrow morning, and watch out for winds and wind chill information.

Concept source: “The Sound of Snowflakes”, by Philip Ball. See “Lake in Winter” for a previous poem that centers on this information.

*Click on photo for attribution.

Wake to a New Day | #RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt 321

Waterdrops on Hollyhock Flower (B&W) Copyright © 2020-08-28, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 321 Morrow&Surge


everywhere cold dew
morning creeps into midday
with its surge of rain

go to sleep til the morrow
and the warmth of a new day

Copyright © 2020-09-01, by Lizl Bennefeld.

And Still You Are Present

rabbit in grass, unsplash
Just Looking

Each morning when I wake, I look out a door or through a window, then open the door to the sights and smells and sounds of the world around me. The rabbits look up from the last of their breakfast. He heads for his safe place under the gazebo, sauntering until the dogs see him and then racing out of sight. The doe just hides still in the grass. Birds sing morning songs and play “Musical Branches” as they vie for favorite spots.

There are flowers in season, raindrops, dew and snow to photograph. I taste each season in the air and the panoply of plant shapes, fragrances, and colors. Sometimes memories rise up, but most often the world is somehow fresh as change mingles with the familiar. New sights, new sounds, new thoughts—not taken for granted. Or the old or familiar.

when words slip away
all footsteps fade to silence
as blurs dim to black
I’ll still see and hear your gifts
ever present to my mind

Copyright © 2020-08-17, by Liz Bennefeld.

Photo by Gary Bendig on Unsplash

Drought after winter floods

bright moonlight and rain clouds after dark
After the storm

the lightning moved on
thunder no longer echoes
through empty alleys
leaving too little rain to wet
the dry gauges … the dead grass

Copyright © 2020-06-06, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Awakened from a dead sleep by thunder and lightning displays. Clearing sky, now, and bright moonlight. Looking forward to rain showers and more thunderstorms, later today (Sunday). Quiet, now. Wondering if I can get back to sleep, tonight.


Should there not be… | Brewer: Day 4 — A Wish Poem

alyssum flowers and bee
Sweet Alyssums


if there should be no open windows
if there should be no trees outside
if no longer there be birds to sing
or owls fly on whispering wings
shadows across the summer moon

if there should be no seed or harvest
or no steps or songs or windows
due to blindness, plague or pain

inward I will turn my vision
walking through past years of flowers
smelling sweet perfumes and pollens
hum and dance with dreaming bees
until all fades…or we are one

Copyright © 2020-04-08, by Liz Bennefeld.

Spring art | day 8

Last autumn’s leaves lie
on frozen ground, dried by spring’s
winds and distant sunlight


photographs of clouds
over oceans I won’t see—
beauty secondhand

dried leaves on still-frozen ground
complex designs in my hands

Copyright © 2020-04-08, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Brewer, Day 8: Write a “future” poem.


NaPoWriMo prompt for day 7: Ordinary Objects

Last autumn’s leaves lie on frozen ground
dried by spring winds and
distant sunlight

[haiku.] Copyright © 2020-04-07, by Liz Bennefeld.

Early Spring | #RonovanWrites #Haiku #Weekly Challenge 294 Chaste/Taste

red clover flowers in my back yard
Red Clover

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #294 Chaste&Taste

spring is early come
water falls through cracks and rills
running in pure joy
smell sweet pollen in the air
taste clover’s cheery flowers

Copyright © 2020-02-24, by Lizl Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.

Synonym: chaste=pure

Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge