Xtian HaiKu: “Arizona Summer”

HaiKu Originally Posted by me on a Previous Blog

Arizona Summer

Dirt, stubble and hay
Where once was green verdant grass,
Seasons change quickly.


Story is from this Year’s Struggle, 2016

It’s the end of May here in the Valley of the Sun. Almost gone are the cool mornings that drift into lovely days and back into cool nights meant for relaxing on the back porch with a good book and a nice glass of Red or White.

That’s could be why I’m so Blue these days. Anticipating the hot summer sun baking everything around me that isn’t protected from it’s “Love” with 115-120 degree temperatures. It’s right around the Start of June here in Arizona that I start praying for the Beginning of October and the End of our Perennial Desert Purgatory.

I used to tell the Joke of the two Seminary Grads, fresh out of school and starting their Ministry Careers in two different States, one in Hawaii the other in Scottsdale Arizona. Despondent to his Hawaiian friend over the phone one day of his lack of converts,  the Arizona chum complained that during the rest of the year, the weather was so good and pleasant that when he preached on Heaven, no one was enticed and when he preached on Hell, since they all had experienced the Arizona Summers, no one was afraid.

Satan Summers at the Biltmore, you know -KIA

Love and Life’s Progression “To Earthward” by Robert Frost

“To Earthward”

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of– was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Downhill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt,
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
-Robert Frost (1923)

What do you think he is describing? Who is the ‘lover’ in the Poem? Any thoughts? Please share them and Enjoy the Day. -KIA

For TJ’s Household HaiKu: Footstool

My Footstool given to me by a friend who no longer lives anywhere but in my heart and the hearts of his friends and family.


For TJs Household HaiKu.


Play along if you like.

Enemies and Friends
From here, my front room
Until my words make Friends of Enemies
My own Game of Thrones.

The Cow In Apple Time by Robert Frost

Love Robert Frost. Enjoy the day. -kia

The Bard on the Hill

Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools
A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit
She scorns a pasture withering to the root.
She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten
The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.
She leaves them bitten when she has to fly.
She bellows on a knoll against the sky.
Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.

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Emily Dickinson: The Chariot

This is lovely for the anniversary of her passing. Ironically, though she wrote mostly in the darkness of her upstairs room, the world is a brighter place for her poetry. -KIA

Timeless Poetry

Emily_DickinsonEmily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

*Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ‘t is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886

*Early editors of this poem dropped this fourth stanza

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For Six Word Saturday: “Sanctuary”


Here is a new Challenge that I learned of thru ladysighs on her site this morning. She got the idea from Show My Face who describes the challenge thusly…

“Want to play along? All that’s necessary to participate is to describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. For more information, try clicking here. Feel free to explain or not explain. Add an image, a video, a song, nothing. I love seeing what everyone does with their entries.”

Her entry can be read HERE and deals with a subject I can totally identify with as I get closer to that Big Five’O mark next month, the connection between age and sleep patterns. My offering to ‘Describe my life in Six Words’ may be a bit different. Check it out. 🙂


“Taking sanctuary

at home

after work.”


Now, what about you? How would you describe your life in Just Six Words? Take up the Challenge and tell me in the comments below. -KIA