choices for few (haibun)

© Clr '15 Cash Only Pizza, Métro Berri — © Clr ’15 Cash Only Pizza, Métro Berri

Berri Métro Station is at the same location of the city bus terminal where many homeless people find warmth from the cold and cool air from the hot muggy summers. On the second undergrown level there are shops and a food court then a door opens to the tunnel leading to the pay stalls. In the tunnel there is a guitarist and you can hear the rare tinkle of spare change in the guitar case. About fifty feet before the stalls there is an amazing pizza counter…cash only and a makeshift interior terrace with tables to eat. For $3.00 you can eat a point of pizza with a soft drink.

© Clr '15 Pizza Doré - Métro Berri — © Clr ’15 Pizza Doré – Métro Berri

cash only pizza
window of opportunities
begging for coins

Haiku Horizons “window”

pocketfull of blessings (haibun)

Pocketful of blessings. That is what I am feeling today. The past two weeks I have been blessed with the presence of wonderful, compassionate and amazing people in person and virtually.

You know when you travel and pick up a pebble or rock to keep as a souvenir? Well, so far I have a pocketful of blessings. I am seeing more and more how we are more the same than we are different if you look deep into your heart. We are all from one amazing race…the Human Race.

(tanka)

nature’s blessings
starlings harmonize at dawn
scent of flowers
angelic arcs multi-hued
artist’s last strokes at dusk

Vow of love (haiga)

Celebration
among friends and family
pledge of their love
lovers’ communion
forever blessed

tagging rainbows (haiga – haibun)

It was an amazing weekend, filled with songs and love. She was returning from her retreat and sat on the top deck of the bus right in front. She was in the perfect place to take photos of the sky changing from sunlight to sundown. The clouds were getting darker and the bus heading towards the rain and then she saw a miracle and continued chasing nature’s wonder.

road trip
bursts of pastels play tag
chasing rainbows

MLMM

haunting fragrance (haibun)

Walking alone by the river he remembers this time years ago, holding her soft hand. They kissed one last time.

magenta glow
river mirrors sun’s adieu
scent of lily haunts

CPHK

with bated breath (tanka)

grey-blue sky looms
clouds open with bated breath
droplets kiss their lips
skipping barefoot down the lane
young lovers holding hands

Carpe Diem #779 Seika (Midsummer)

Scent of roses (haibun)

One feels her warmth as she pulls you toward her chest and hugs you as if you are her child. Fragrance of roses wash over you despite the thousands who have already surrendered to her loving embrace…

thoughts linger
weightless, yet, fulfilling
silencing the mind

silencing the mind
scent of roses awaken
feeling her embrace

Amma’s hugs