butterfly wing (haibun)

Butterfly tear by Scorpiutza Watch Traditional Art / Drawings / Other©2009-2015 Scorpiutza (Deviantart)

She looked out to the river. The rumbling rapids helped to quiet her pulse. She sat crossed legged on the flat stones and gave a child’s bucket to her grandson to fill and water the lilies on the shore. Back and forth he repeated the dunking; sauntering to the shore, splashing water on the bed of lilies. Suddenly, the little guy asked , “Why are you crying, Nana?” He pointed to a teardrop slipping down her cheek. She looked stunned, having been in another world for a few seconds, “Oh, I’m not crying, sweetheart, I was daydreaming about butterflies.”

Butterfly wings
caress her cheek
banished tear

Carpe Diem “butterflies”

fazing of the night (haibun)

wpid-2014-10-25-07.00.06.png.png — © Clr’15

She looks out the window, waiting for daylight. Birds bid her a good morning in the darkness of the night still, fazing ever slowly. She turns to look at her mistress and waits for a sign, then nuzzles on her pillow and tries to catch some sleep in the quiet dim of night.

birds chirping

breakfast conference

pre-dawn call

morning glow (haiku)

lovers sleeping,
woodpecker knocks at dawn
playing peekaboo
~
playing peekaboo
golden rays trickle,
morning nudge

Carpe Diem Summer Morning

freeloading bees (haibun)

Honey bees congregate on top of frames. They get the most buzz, but aren't the only pollinators dying off. — © National Post

In an era where we fear for the livelihood of bees and butterflies, here is a story of a home in Cambridge, Ontario where a colony of honey bees took residence in their home. The homeowners were not concerned about the presence of bees but worried about the fire hazard with honey dripping on electric wires and such. I love this story!

Tireless bees
strange bedfellows
wrapped in honey

Credits:

CBC NEWS | Jun 30, 2015 | 2:44 50,000 freeloading honeybees get the boot

Hive removed from Cambridge, Ont., home, would have grown to about 80,000 bees in a month, says beekeeper Dave Schuitt

a single rose (haiga)

a single rose
rests on her gravestone
thorn in my heart

No more roses will be bought for her birthday …It was always roses that stirred her memory…her sense of smell awakened by the fragrance every time. But in a few days Mother’s ashes will finally be laid to rest next to her husband…the true love of her life.,, looking forward to this reunion.

rose by his side
no thorns can keep them apart
together at last

Written for Haiku Horizons Thorn

greeting new dawn (haiga – troika)

I was inspired by this beautiful photo from a post at Karuna Poole, my friend’s blog at LivingLearningandLettingGo here she shares a special morning in her garden.

(troiku)

Tranquil moments
Mother Nature’s morning
salutations

tranquil moments
wind whispers
new day

Mother Nature’s morning
wings stretch
tip to tip

salutations
honouring first dawn
the crow calls

welcome warmth (haibun)

Nothing nicer than a little break with Indian Summer just before the long cold months ahead. The trees are bare, the parks are empty, children back in school all day now. She sits on the park bench to soak up the warm sun with her parka on her lap.

Inhales quiet
sunshine winking
almost naked trees

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