The Narrow Road (7) – Haibun – December 14, 2015

Hofgarten, Innsbruck

My day trip to visit the Christmas Markets of Innsbruck begins and ends at the Hofgarten.  How different from our parks in Arco and Riva, still full of leaf laden trees, dressed in their bright colours, the parks are inviting.  Here there is a feeling of abandonment, though I can imagine how lovely this park will be in the summer.

cold dying light
last autumn leaves still fall
gates close at five

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem #877 Experiencing the Deep North; making the coolness; crawling out (short episode)

Morning Haiku and Waka – Autumn Reflections – December 5, 2015

foggy courtyard birch

the last days of fall
just a single yellow leaf 
in gathering fog

the last days of fall
coloured leaves cover the ground
grey foggy mornings

just a single yellow leaf
clings to the birch
in dawn’s early light

in gathering fog
harbingers of winter call
gathering silence

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem Special #185 Georgia’s first “Autumn Reflections” (Troiku)

I’m honoured to be hosted this month on Carpe Diem Special with my haiku and waka, thanks to my haiku for the autumn kukai “Peace of Mind” which won first place in October.  First prize is the publication of an e-book of verse (and a weekly presentation of my work throughout the month of December).

I’ve spent many days this month composing poetry and reflections on inner peace for the book which will shortly be published and it has been a cathartic experience coming as it did upon a particularly difficult moment of my life.

When Chèvrefeuille asked me if I preferred any particular poem to be used this month I replied that I didn’t and would be pleased if he chose what to show, that way it would be a surprise for me.  I write many poems … and rarely re-read those poems.  Reading today’s post and Chèvrefeuille’s choice therefore, was like reading a troiku written by someone else.  I was surprised.

   autumn reflections
as I cross the sun warmed bridge
geese fly south

autumn reflections
old man contemplates winter
under the hot sun

as I cross the sun warmed bridge
ducks laugh downstream
– diving for trout

geese fly south
the noisy swallows have gone
but the blackbird sings

© Georgia

Inevitable – Morning Haiku and Waka – November 24, 2015

Early Snow_sharpened

in this silence
walking through a snow bound field
a frozen red rose

the long cold nights of winter
yield to spring

the last leaf
rains down from the ash tree
bleak is the sleeping forest
but for the eternal pines

barren branches dressed
in sparkling white winter robes
ash trees and palms

endless cycles
inevitable – changes
each sunrise is a new day
each sunset a passing

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem Special #183 Ese’s fourth “inevitable”

the dance of a falling leaf
with a snowflake

© Ese

fresh fallen snow
sprinkled with the colors of autumn

© Chèvrefeuille

Sunday Scribblings 2 – inescapable

A Walk in the Fog – Haibun – November 17, 2015

She walked in the fog, along the back acres of an old abandoned farm. The nearly bare trees of late autumn seemed to hold out their branches, like arms tending dark comfort to a lost soul.  The outhouses seemed to have stood for many years completely abandoned. The fencing reduced to strands of spider-web like metal, created streamers of rust held together by the memory of wire.

The wind rustled softly through the trees causing a rain-fall of dead leaves.  She heard the sound of a siren somewhere in the distance and then the distant rumble of thunder followed by a flash of lightening.

A sudden crash came from the undergrowth. There standing before her was a roe. Bright beautiful eyes gazed calmly at her, there was no fear, no apprehension and no curiosity.  It was as though she weren’t there at all.  She moved towards the roe which continued to ignore her.  She reached out her hand to touch the roe, but discovered she couldn’t.

More thunder, this time loud enough to seem like the crash of a bomb – an instant later the white flash of lightening followed by the sound of pouring rain.

She awoke with a start and set up in her bed.  A storm she thought, her dream faded rapidly and was soon almost forgotten, except for a vague sense of unease that settled in her soul.  Not wanting to go back to sleep, she turned on the light, arose from her bed and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Grabbing a couple of cookies, she went into the dining room.  There on the wall she saw the large Indian ink print she’d bought that afternoon and thought of the back acres of an old farm immersed in a wooded cove on a foggy day.

late autumn night
winter stalks the country-side
dead leaves fall like rain



This haibun was inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Tuesday Photo Challenge #87: November 17, 2015 – what would appear to be a photo seems to actually be a fascinating ink drawing.  Click the link on the photo and enlarge it … thanks Pat for a great experience!

Autumn Rain – Waka – November 14, 2015

foggy fieldin the dawn
rain runs down the window panes
blurring autumn leaves

a train whistle blows
ripping through the dawn silence
autumn fog billows
no sunshine in Padua
only dripping foggy skies

© G.s.k. ‘15

Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – Nov. 12, 2015 – Autumn Rain

Lamp Lights and Music – Dinggedicht – July 14, 2015

- 5 letters

late autumn afternoon
in Champs Elysee
paradise of lamp lights
dancing in the wind …

the smell of cotton candy
fills the air with sweetness
the echoing of music
and call of raucous hawkers
a cacophony of sound …

all the trees are nude now
the leaves have all been swept
the chill seeps into my sweater
as the sun slowly sets …

walking in a daze
smiling at passersby
the children cry for candy
on this late autumn day …

magic fairy lights
came on one by one
and now this magic park
is a shelter in the storm …

innocence and beauty
play upon the trees
come walk with me my darling
once more in paradise.

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Photo Challenge- Illumine and B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond –  The Dinggedicht

The photo was found on the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s prompt.