between passing moons
even the fish are waiting
in cricket silence
between passing moons
constellations are clearer
cosmic dot-to-dots
even the fish are waiting
beneath frosted leaves
the pond hesitates
in cricket silence
autumn performs her striptease
distant thunderclap
Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2019
My response to Carpe Diem #1777 Classical and non-classical in symbiosis, also shared at Poets United Poetry Pantry
In today’s episode we have a ‘Crossroads Task’, in which we create a new haiku from two given haiku, a ‘fusion-ku’, with which to further create a troiku:
cricket silence
between scraping sounds
autumn begins
Jane Reichhold
it touches the line
of my fishing pole –
this summer moon
Chiyo-Ni
writing in north norfolk 
Amazing. Loved it
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Thank you!
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Welcome 🙂
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Just beautiful, Kim.
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Between passing moons conjures so many images. (K)
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😊
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A joyful poem with a bit of cheek. 🙂
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Thank you, Cara! 🙂
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A transition into the new season. change is the only constant!
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Thank you, Vandana!
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Such a reverential pause, this crossroads, concluding with a thunderclap of nakedness waking us from the dream.
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Thank you, Brendan.
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I love the whole poem, but… OMG! the closing stanza is such a delight. So vivid and real. I enjoy imagery that brews wonder in my head. And that’s exactly what the stanza does. I love seeing the literal meaning dancing with the metaphor, and doing it so clearly.
I suspect that every thunderclap, I hear this winter, will make me look for bare branches and think of your poem.
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That I music to my ers, Magaly! Thank you!
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That should say ears!
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I suspected. 😀
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🙂
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My hat is off; I bow before thee. BLAMMO!!!
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Thank you so much, Ron!
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This is amazing… each haiku is a gem of it’s own.. but the the penultimate for me is something that could have been written by a classic haiku poet
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Wow! That’s high praise indeed, Bjorn! Thank you so much!
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A rousing conclusion. Love that cricket silence.
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Thank you, Colleen.
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cosmic dot-to-dots !!! fabulous!
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Thank you, Rajani!
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I like the fish constellations connected by cosmic dot to dots.
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Thank you!
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The idea of autumn performing her strip tease makes me smile! What a beautiful way to express the falling of the leaves.
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Thank you so much, Mary.
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This is absolutely phenomenal, Kim!! ❤️❤️ I love the images that this poem evokes 😍😍
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Thank you for the enthusiastic comment, Sanaa! 🙂
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So beautiful, that moment of waiting, on the cusp of seasonal change. That is where we are at, here on the west coast………late autumn, hanging on and on. Quite wonderful.
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Thank you so much, Sherry!
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Deep breaths in each line; this is a lovely way to think about the coming season.
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Thank you, Wyndolynne.
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Beautiful. This has an almost incantation quality to it … magical … mystical … moving ones reflections in the loveliest direction.
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Thank you, Wendy.
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Beautiful writing Kim–and what fun to weave these two in this way!
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Thank you!
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What a delight it was to read this Kim.
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Thank you, Robin.
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I love your beautiful troiku!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Because of your words, I’m standing clearly at the crossroads of two seasons. Thank you!
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Thank you for reading commenting!
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Beautifully done! Autumn’s striptease…I will never look at Autumn the same again. Lovely wording through and through.
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Thank you so much!
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another Fabulous poem, Kim! (@—>—-)
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🙂
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