Tiny Woollen Cover – Haiku Horizons – December 21, 2015

tiny woollen cover
grasped between pudgy hands
old and tattered

covering her eyes
the sun shone no less bright
as she walks alone

under the cover
Christmas buns raise double
swelling in sweetness

© G.s.k. ‘15

Haiku Horizons – string – December 14, 2015

Fairy Tale Alley - Innsbruck

just tiny strings
hold the tales together
at the winter fair

a string of pearls
beauty proffered by a clam
or poets

bright red shoe strings
brightening her white sneakers
for the Christmas ball

strung along
the fly fell into the trap
the spider’s dinner

© G.s.k. ‘15

Haiku Horizon’s Balance – December 7, 2015


in the balance
words said and not said

walking an empty road
seeking what cannot be found
a balancing act

sunrise and sunset
the equinox is balanced
spring and autumn

put in the balance
happiness and heartache
in daily life
anticipating results
losing equilibrium

© G.s.k. ‘15

Morning Haiku and Waka – ground – December 1, 2015

carpet of leaves


leaves on the ground
a dusty carpet of dreams


kitten sneezes
sniffing the ground pepper mill


first snow flakes
melting on the warm ground
winter yet to come
kept at bay by the sunshine
El Niño whispers – Holé

© G.s.k. ‘15

Morning Haiku and Waka – with Haiku Horizons (Pepper 俳句) – November 23, 2015

ah – red-hot peppers
colourful and inviting
on an ant hill
burning mouth and legs on fire
Filipino memory

(n.b. I was five years old the day we arrived in the Philippines – in the back yard of our new house – on an army ant hill – grew a beautiful multicoloured hot pepper bush – the memory has remained with me as vibrant as though the encounter had happened yesterday ….)


red, green and black
jolly perfumed mixture
in a pepper mill


Pasticceria Marabissi Panforte di Siena Panepepato 100g Produktbild

pepper and spices
Siena’s way bread of old

Christmas delights
peppered bread and lebkuchen
with mulled red wine
sitting ’round the lighted tree
sharing warm winter joys


This is a photo from Wildlife Den … a South African blog … but these are the same sort of caterpillars we used to have on our trees in Eritrea some 30 years ago …

in the back yard
rusty caterpillar’s home
shady pepper tree

© G.s.k. ‘15

Haiku Horizons: Forget – Haiku – November 5, 2015

autumn tree perspective _bw

forget rain and storms
here’s a moment of sunshine
November morning

the cicada sings
forget that winter has come
just listen

morning sunrise
shadows play in the park
among red leaves
forget dirges and laments
the day has just begun

© G.s.k. ‘15

OctPoWriMo Day 26 – Morning Haiku and Waka – October 26, 2015

under the jujube tree
three sparrows chatter with glee
free fallen fruit

under the fall moon
a civet owl calls – who who
in the jujube tree

under this roof lives
a cat and four students
in the garden
the cat climbs the jujube tree
hunting for gormless sparrows

 © G.s.k. ‘15

Though the fruit of the jujube is often called red date, Chinese dates, Korean dates, or Indian dates, they are in fact nothing at all like a date.  They look (and taste) like tiny apples as I discovered this fall at my son’s house.  Bastet

Morning Haiku and Waka – over – October 12, 2015


this day is over
burning up in splendid pinks
phoenix ‘s rebirth

over rainbows
some find their nirvana
other’s more rain

shooting a sunset
could be a glorious dawn
until it’s over

over the years
drops of cement harden hearts
too many repairs

the song is over
the silence of the moment
vibrant echoes

© G.s.k. ‘15

fenced over the fence
some say the grass is greener
over the fence

an ancient fence
old, distorted and crumpled
like old age

lines and squiggles
in a black and white world
no shades of green

© G.s.k. ‘15

(as I wrote request these last three haiku upon her request I dedicate them to Barb Taub)

Morning Waka and Haiku – Storm – October 5, 2015

Jen's Lightening

Photo Credits for Jen’s Lightening 

hugging her pillow
the child trembles fearfully –
a raging storm

storms in the deserts
too many jinns are afreets
dressed up like men

as a storm of bombs fall
hospital burns
three doctors killed in a flash
without hearing the thunder

fearful child trembles –
the raging storms of mankind
far from her bed
she only fears the thunder
echoing in the mountains

© G.s.k. ‘15