Morning Haiku and Waka – January 8, 2015

coffee pot

no milk today
a bitter day’s beginning
black coffee

crows and doves
making racket in the morning
coo coo – caw caw

snow’s melted
temperature minus five
cooling thoughts

contemplating dawn
even in the darkest hour
life warbles and coos

first morning light
today’s dawn seems so special
pink clouds billow
the wind is calm and still
nature promises peace

© G.s.k. ‘15

Morning Haiku and Waka – January 2, 2015

Last Year (Kozo)

cancer visits
his Easter in hospital
courageous battle
§
shaky relation
learning independence
saying no
§
rainy summer
blends into a hot dry fall
two thousand fourteen
§
ex-pat son
now living in Germany
salad maker
§
early snow flakes
Christmas past too quickly
in cold rage
§
in the country
celebrating the New Year
with food and fireworks
§
honing talents
learning new tricks
making friends
a year blogging and writing
for a new year’s project
© G.s.k. ‘15
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASome highlights of 2014 the year that’s just past ….

Morning Haiku and Waka – New Year’s Eve – December 31, 2014

the old day wanes
toasted with fireworks
new year’s eve
when morning dawns in silence
it looks just like yesterday

last day of the year
reviewing past and future
new resolutions

new calendar
hanging on the wall
ready for use

© G.s.k. ‘14

Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku with HA

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Morning Haiku and Waka – November 6, 2014

cortile

sunrise on the rain
the birds don’t seem to mind
– singing in the birch

down in the valley
the bus winds past in the night
– like a glow-worm

little finch
warbling under the rain
like Gene Kelly

just overnight
Sarca valley turned deep brown
November cold snap

Morning Haiku and Waka – October 28, 2014

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERApower failure
stumbling in the morning dark
– a drop of water

in the early morn
darker than middle ages
no power – silence
gas heater dripping water
on a power strip at night

(c) G.s.k. ’14

I’m terribly late writing my posts this morning due to my water heater, as you may have understood reading the tanka (not one of my better ones, I know).

This morning I woke as usual at 5:00 (actually 4:00  as I haven’t changed my inner clock back to real-time yet) and the light beside my bed didn’t work.  I stayed in bed a while longer thinking the problem might be a general black-out, not really that unusual … then I realized that outside my house, the street lights were on.

It became apparent that there was a short circuit somewhere in the house.  We have different power breakers to isolate different parts of our house so, turning one off one at a time, we (in the meantime I woke hubby up) had narrowed the problem down to the heater and general lights (bathroom, stairs and kitchen were ok).  Unplugging everything as well as unplugging the water pump of the gas heater, didn’t resolve our problem … the circuit breaker stayed off.  Finally I went to my son’s bedroom, where I’d forgotten to unplug his computer, stereo etc which are connected to a power strip.  Near his computer I heard a pluck – pluck – pluck … water was dripping onto the power strip.  Pulling that plug we were finally able to restore the lights to the rest of the house.

My husband found the leak … fixed it and finally at 8:00 real-time … we were back in the 21st century, power and heating working properly.  I hope to be able to write something more later today, but to be on the safe side, I’m linking these poems to OctPoWriMo.  Have a great day folks!

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Wood Fire – Haiku Morning and Waka – October 9, 2014

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autumn perfume
burning wood fireplaces
warming the morning

in the kitchen
the old wood stove warms water
crackling merrily

cold autumn morn
lighting the old wood stove
youthful memories

(c) G.s.k. ’14

 

 

Gloaming (and a Surprise Visit) – Morning Haiku and Waka – October 4, 2014

sunset

flaming skies
then the gloaming dusk
bats play catch

falling darkness
first lights stream from the houses
welcoming warmth

dusk gloams
looming mysteriously
the valley darkens

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ah!  on my loggia
I turn ever so slowly
sweet little sparrow
your high-pitched happy greeting
makes this morning’s dawn perfect

(It hasn’t been since May that a sparrow has landed on my loggia … whilst my husband was in hospital a sparrow used to drop by every morning and chirp at me, then she/he/they stopped dropping by.  I was able to take his photograph one morning, not a good one but here it is againanyway 🙂 .  It was so nice to see the little mite here this morning.)

sparrow

Sunset thoughts – Morning Haiku and Waka – October 1, 2014

sunset and moon light

sunset and moon light

under the moon scythe
greeting the Indian summer
– the screech of an owl

indian summer –
sunset red like the grape vines
another leaf falls

hot afternoon
autumn sun sets in the west
chilling the valley

ah – drizzling rain
complaining blackbirds calling
wake-up the dawn

Yesterday’s Post – September 30, 2014

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASeptember 28, 2014

Spider Webs and Things – Morning Haiku and Waka|Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

Silent Sunday| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

To Cecil the Pig – Memento Mori| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library (Poet’s Corner)

Wordless Haiku| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

30 Days of Haiga| Through the Eye of Bastet

Silent Sunday| Through the Eye of Bastet

September 29, 2014

Haiku for Ha| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

Wanderlust – Morning Haiku …| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

Tackle Tuesday| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

30 Days of Haiga! Through the Eye of Bastet

Sparkling Stars| Bastet’s Waka Library

St. Francis – Carpe Diem Special| Bastet’s Waka Library

Mushrooms! Bastet’s Waka Library

Wanderlust – Morning Haiku and Waka – September 29, 2014

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAthe ferry left me
here on the morning shore
I wish I were there
just travelling – anywhere
my gypsy youth’s calling me

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morning at the lake
sailboats and the ferry leave –
the gulls keen farewell

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wanderlust strikes me
this bright autumn morning
– mountain enclosure

winter dawnwinter thoughts …
dawn mountains disappear
the world lies silent