• Penny Harter

[10/3/20]

It’s been a while since a new poem found me. And this haibun feels quite different from the poems I’ve been posting in recent weeks. Maybe memories of childhood back-to-school time triggered this, combined with the fact that so much is still unknowable about where we are in this pandemic journey.


October Riddles


once again I fail

to accurately count the beans

in a large glass jar


Kick through the growing drifts of fallen leaves to separate the red from the yellow. How many of each?


If two clouds are drifting in different directions, which one will get there first?

Multiply the time of day by the speed of the wind for an accurate map. How many spinning weathervanes know the answer?


elementary, those

pesky word problems

that haunt me still


Tally the clouds at sunset when they congregate on the horizon to sink into coral, purple, and finally dark smudges against the night sky.


How many drooping sunflowers in that farmer’s field are going to seed under infinite stars?


Months of pandemic days have melted into lonely nights. What melted them? Will they fall off the edge of the Earth?


And so we go . . . but when and where?


distant whistles

of a freight train ride

the autumn wind


(c) copyright 2020 Penny Harter

9 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

I haven’t written a new poem in a while. Here’s one born this morning, an early birthday poem, perhaps a gift to myself. I'm turning 82. When she was in her late eighties, I remember asking my mother

A video of last night's Poetry of Hope reading is now available, so if you couldn't make it, go now. And if you want to see it again, enjoy! Poems of hope and connection by authors: Kai Coggin, Penny

So pleased that Visual-Verse has included my poem in their February anthology, written to the lovely butterfly picture. Happy to see other poet friends there, too. (To also see my poem in the journal,