Posted in Haiku, nature, Poetry

Slurpee waves | Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 390

winter surfboard rides  
on the ocean's slushy crests
blending season joys  

Copyright © 2021-12-28, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 390 BLEND and Slush.

The inspiration for the haiku comes from Nantucket’s Waves Are Turning to Slush in Extreme Cold by Zain Haidar (February 27, 2015 on The Weather Channel).

Posted in tanka

In winter…

So far away

The out-of-doors seems
so far away in winter
except when winds howl

sharp cold prepares the glass
for frost to frame the pictures

[tanka and photograph]. Copyright © 2018-01-03, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Posted in december, Personal, Photography, Poem, tanka, Writing

Written in Frost | #RonovanWrites Haiku no. 181

Nature’s Art

winter’s frost etchings
decorate the front window
thanks to old Jack Frost

nightmares drawn on window panes
the horror of 40 below

Copyright © 2017-12-28, by Lizl Bennefeld, North Dakota U.S.


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Posted in grief, November, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Cloudy Passage, A Prose Poem

“Cloudy Passage”

A “V” of 16 geese flew over me, calling out to one another, heading south. The sight and sounds leave me bereft and teary eyed. Saying good-bye to old friends—not knowing if they’ll make it back here in the spring. Not knowing if I’ll still be here to greet them.

“Cloudy Passage”. Copyright © 2016-11-25, by Lizl Bennefeld.


looking up to the top of a leafless cottonwood tree in winter
Looking Up

When they leave us, each autumn, I stop to listen to their call. If I can, I step outside to watch them approach, then fly past, calling as they fly. Today they flew above our back yard. It always hurts, their abandonment over winter. I thrill to see and hear the geese as they pass. And when they’ve gone, I almost always cry.

Posted in Family, Making Memories, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Writing

Best Friends

Rabbit tracks over the front steps
Early Morning Caller

“Best Friends”

Bunny, did you knock upon
the door at five A.M.
hoping that Samantha would
come out to play, again?

The door I did not open,
though the kitchen lights were on.
I let Samantha sleep and dream
fond dreams of you and summer’s fun.

You wake up all the neighborhood
when you two join in play.
She hounds you through the yard
and through the back fence, she will bay.

And then I grab my trusty shawl
and hunt around for shoes
and wonder what the neighbors think
of all the noise…the two of you!

“Best Friends”. Copyright © 2016-01-12,
by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.