First hay harvest--
my son misses
his parachutes.


Gabriele Brunsch hat gesagt…

How good, he will finally find his parachute again in a hay-stack, of course, after some tearful minutes...

But why did you use the plural "parachutes"? Did he have several flying around at the same time.
What technique is that?

Reading your Haiku I smell the hay,I listen to the joyful game, I feel the pain, I hear the sobs...


Devika hat gesagt…

Hope he finds them, Ralf! :)

"harvest" evokes distinct memories in me. :)


Ashi hat gesagt…

Hi Ralf, love this haiku - as far as I can imagien I think his "parachutes" is the seed of Dandelion that make sence to me anyway ;)

Lorraine hat gesagt…

This is fantastic Ralf, of course I had to put myself totally in it, to finally understand...genius!

Lorraine hat gesagt…

If of course I'm feeling this right, the hay was used to soften his landing,like parachutes...have I got the right idea?

RBroeker hat gesagt…

Thanks a lot for your comments, with your help I was able to correct "parachuts" into "parachutes".

@ Gabriele, Ashi, Lorraine: Being fascinated by the blown-away seeds of dandelion was the beginning of it.

@ Ashi: You saw this scene thorugh my eyes, thanks for dropping in!

@ Devika: There are new ones everywhere. And some of these are on places to where he has blown them.

Best wishes

RBroeker hat gesagt…

@ Lorraine: Oh, forgot to write that I didn't had that in my mind - but when I was young I loved to jump from roof ridges into haystacks.

Best wishes

Janice Thomson hat gesagt…

This brought back many memories as I can remember on the farm jumping into haystacks too - love the connection with dandelion seeds.

gautami tripathy hat gesagt…

Did he find the parachutes?!

RBroeker hat gesagt…

@ Janice: Did they tell you about hidden forks, too?

@ gautami tripathy: Every day he finds new ones.

Best wishes