Maple seeds (haibun)

As a child she used to climb the maple tree at her Grandmaman’s and take the maple seeds and see them float in the air like a helicopter. But sometimes she would just lie on her back on the grass by the river, looking up and pretend they were miniature bananas!

river breeze
bananas sway gently
takes me far away

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020 – 30 doh – 30 days of September Divine Intervention (haiga)

chaque coup de pinceau
à travers la glace , forge
Sa signature

through the looking glass-
each brush stroke bares,
His signature

020 – 30 doh – 30 days of September 20th, with Rick Daddario -“painting”

That first snow ( haibun)

Time seems to pass so quickly and yet each “firsts” paralyze her. She got through Christmas, New Years, Easter, her birthday made it six months already. After Thanksgiving, the first snow can come anytime…It was late falling last year. On that day there was barely snow on the ground. The river was not even frozen. She wondered what it would be like this year…

that first snow

falling on sacred ground

hides her name

Carpe Diem Special Autumn, First Snow

circling gnats (tan renga)

before the dusk
lingering in the cobweb
the last of the light (© Ese)

gnats buzzing over the pond
a frog shocks them with a splash

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge, Ese’s “before the dusk”

late frost ( Jisei)

This is the last haiku by Basho. It is now known as his “death poem” or Jisei.

ill on a journey
my dreams start to wander
across desiccated fields

It’s very common in classical times that poets wrote their death-poem, the last poem of their life.

Here is our host’s Jisei

my dreams wander
along the path of my life …
Honeysuckle blooms

Honeysuckle blooms
sharing her sweet perfume
I dream away

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Today on my way to work I was shocked to see new blossoms in the thicket. Most of the flowers are dying except for sunflowers growing through the concrete in the street and tiny daisies among dead bushes. The bees were busy kissing every flower they could find today and one lone blue butterfly winked at me.

a bed of daisies
unusual blossoms
end of season

a bed of daisies
lie in wait
like poppies

unusual blossoms
caress my weary bones
butterfly kiss

end of season
contemplating
a late frost

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heart aglow
love still to spare –
liquid blues gaze,
purple veils magenta skies
fading sunset

MindLovesMiserysMenagerie & Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille

juicy delight (30 doh Haiga- 017 September 17)

season’s delights
amber, red and yellow leaves
juicy apples.

30 doh – September 17 – 30 days of Haiga 017 Apples – Rick Daddario

stands firm (30 doh – September 16 – 30 days of haiga -016)

stands firm,
despite erratic current
rock-solid faith

that cobweb (troiku)

the end is near
oh! that hanging cradle –
cobweb

the end is near
live today – like,
no tomorrows

oh! that hanging cradle
gently rocks,
to a heartbeat

cobweb
holding the mind
hostage

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu

angelic vibrations (troiku)

I was inspired after reading Magical Mystical Teacher in “Door”. When I saw that photo, my heart was drawn to it since I love doors and my mind wandered to a place a few years ago attending a recital in an old church where this amazing musician allowed her fingers to float over her harp like an angel of grace. And so I used MMT’s last haiku as the Troika which is the sleigh, the base haiku from which I am starting to write this troiku

noxious vapours flee
each new breath
heavenly sighs

at the sound of harp and lyre –
celestial visions
pull my heart strings

the old door trembles
coughing exaltation
I shudder

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “Harp”