Mountain Walking – Haibun – January 15, 2016

Olive Grove in Campo

to the olive grove
ten minutes as a crow flies
fond memories

When you’re fit climbing up the side of a mountain is paradise.  The very air seems to help you up, your heart of course increases its beat and maybe your breath comes quicker and soon dopamine starts pumping through your veins. If the hike up is a real challenge finally adrenaline joins the cocktail of hormones and whatever else is making that walk fun, is it a wonder that walking can become addictive. Time flashes by as you fall into your own breath, feel your leg muscles flexing and elongating, hear the sound around you sort of muffled but very much alive.  Before you know it, you’ve reached your goal, maybe a lodge where you’ll spend the night, or a land-mark, like an abandoned village or a cross on a hill-top and you think how quickly time flies by when you’re having fun.

dishes up fond memories
back in training

© G.s.k. ‘16

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, January 13th 2016

Morning Haiku and Waka – Animals in Haiku – January 13, 2016

shaded Ducks

floating blossoms
fluttering o’er the orchards
majestic monarchs

first morning light
the  cuckoo calls from woods
like clock-work

in September
the salmon swim down stream
the ocean calls

Mallard ducks
laughing along the lakefront
the geese flew south

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #65 combining animals and seasons

Today’s splendid episode was presented by Sara McNulty of Purple Pen in Portland for her award-winning post for our special Christmas Kamishibai challenge. Here is one of the haiku she used to inspire her post:

The harvest moon–
rabbits go scampering
across Lake Suwa

~ Buson ~

And here are two of her own haiku:


black nose sticking up
Is the dog buried under
a pile of leaves?


hot night
chorus outside my window
tree frog serenade

© Sara McNulty

Emotions and Seasons – Tanka – December 5, 2015

Emotions and Seasons

in a sun-kissed field
two cocks strut and crow
rain clouds gather
up comes an unruly wind
feathers fly hither and yon

falling rain
running down a window pane
so melancholy
somehow the room is darker
memories of her leaving

tinkling ice cubes
her laughter echos still
walking in the snow
his coat is not warm enough
to ward off the shame-filled chill

sun through the blossoms
warming the lover’s hearts
sweet caressing breeze
blows across their nudity
a blackbird sings their song

© G.s.k. ‘15

Miniature Writing Challenge 19 – Emotions

4 Seasons – Haiku (Soil) – Jue 19, 2014


Giuseppe Arcimboldo – Spring (1563)

freshly tilled soil
fertile, pungent and black
early promise

arcimboldo summer - 1563

Giuseppe Arcimboldo – Summer (1563)

golden upright kings
sprouting from the loamy soil
vibrant life

Giuseppe Arcimbolco - Autumn 1573

Giuseppe Arcimbolco – Autumn (1573)

dead stalks strewn
upon the barren soggy soil
after the harvest

Giuseppe Arcimboldo - Winter (1563)

Giuseppe Arcimboldo – Winter (1563)

bare windswept fields
soil frozen under snow

Written for Heeding Haiku with HA : The Soil

Art work found on Wikipedia

Haiku – Inspired by Shelly – June 12, 2014

impetuous wind
reminder of early youth
vitally free

autumn wind blowing
announcing Persephone’s descent
my wintry soul

dead wintry world
my words a prophecy call
spring will return

Yesterday on Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie, HA put up a lovely poem by Shelly.  Not knowing what to do with it, I tried to distill it and the preceeding post was the result.  Not a bad exercise actually, as it helped to understand what was going throuh Shelly’s mind when he wrote “Ode to the West Wind”.

However, that was not the challenge…the challenge was to write haiku inspired by Shelly’s poem and that flew past me completely!  Reading HA’s haiku this morning I realized my mistake and this is the response to his challenge.

Trust: January 25, 2014

and the others…
one never knows
where you will go
if you find the
trust within
you may meet your muse,
or maybe just
a soft kiss
in a
dark winter’s night…
everyone talks of summer kisses
as though winter always misses
the opportunity of love…
it would seem that that season
is so dead and gone
that no one could know of love
prey…how is it that so many
children are born
not in the month of May
but in August…


Haiku: Mother Earth



her days so gentle
spring brings to us her new gifts
generous mother


the warmth of her love
reflected through warm summer
light brightens our path


your fruit sustains us
we gather your gifts joyously
oh loving mother


feast with hopeful joy
as our mother rests – ’tis time
to burn the yule log

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai # 351 Sacred Earth

Carpe Diem: The King

Carpe Diem haiku Kai: The King .

This is part three of Adrian von Ziegler’s four-part musical short story:



the thane of spring
smiles and plays with his rain clouds
farmers plant their seeds


summer king looks over
open fields of grain and corn
children play – maids dance


the lord of autumn
matures red grapes for sweet wine
pick the fruit on time


the old king slumbers
his smile gentle wan and worn
we light the yule log

I suspect these may be closer to Senryu than Haiku…your feedback on this would be welcome.

Have a great day!


Haibun: The Swings


The Swings

We bought the children’s swing set when they were respectively 4 and 2 years old.  It was a lovely spring day and laughing, we read the silly instructions twice before we were able to mount the frame and swings.  Mary Ellen loved flying into the air on her special seat, Michael felt he was quite the man, now that he could use “the big kids” swing. Continue reading