Posts Tagged ‘stress’


The sun grows warmer day by day
As if the earth was sick,
Afflicted by a fever’s rise
Like flames crawl up a wick.

The deer are lazier, but heat
Is not the only cause.
New mothers or mothers to be
May in their wand’ring pause.

Close to her hidden fawn, doe stays
And pricks her ears to hear
The tiniest of frightened cries
Through summer’s atmosphere.

And those with swollen bellies yet
Have chosen where they’ll nest.
Like trucks with heaviest of  loads,
They’re slow and quick to rest.

The deer, beneath the cedars, lie
On hill just ‘cross the way.
And when I first step out my door,
Not one is on display.

And then like recent rains brought floods,
The deer begin to pour
Like water down the gentle slope
For what they know’s in store.

They follow me to where I feed,
Since work for grass they scorn.
I help them in their laziness
With just a little corn.

Our symbiotic link is sweet:
I, in their stress, console.
And from both doe and fawn I need
Their beauty for my soul.


The photo is mine, taken through my front window.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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Lost Maples 1

I walked among the seeming docile trees,
Not noticing there was a gentle breeze,
So placid that it did not muss my hair,
So slow and silent – was it really there?

And yet, inside and looking down from high,
I saw wind blowing through their boughs, and by,
Because their leafy heads were nodding yes
As they both bobbed and bowed to acquiesce.

Tops trembled like the surface of the sea,
A turmoil of the whole; within, the leaves,
Made dainty flutters of the butterfly
And branches swayed like youth do when they’re spry.

A little wind will cause a tree to shake,
But only greatest winds will make it break.
For trees know with each stress to gently roll
So mighty ones that come won’t take a toll.


The photo is mine, taken in Lost Maples State Park,
Vanderpool, Texas.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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Corner Of Meadow And Lea

Yellow cabs?
Two planes taxiing –
Yellow tails.




Light and dark.
The vervet monkeys
Are velvet.



Rest And The Blues Go Away

In the warm tropics –
In the pink.


Corner – photo by sulaco229 (Robert) at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mx2N79q/Airplane+jet

Sleek – photo by Nicolas Raymond at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFbfiou/Vervet+Monkeys+Abstract

Rest – photo by Miriam Wickett at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ooHQ5Bs/tropical+sunset


* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed:


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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