Morning Haiku and Waka – April 28, 2016

the lonely swan haiga

alone –
a swan swims into view
flowers blossom


cold morning walk
north wind freezes the blossoms
snow dusts the mountains


on this spring morning
looking at the snowy mount
and cherry blossoms
turning brittle on the trees
still – the birds huddle
no song fills the morning air
grey clouds hang heavy
and the northern winds whistle
ringing the wind chimes
making the trees bow low
and then for a moment –
a single ray of sunshine
escaped through the clouds
a single blackbird
began to sing his spring song
in the herb garden
a new sprout raises its head
there’s no denying
life’s warmth is a breath away
just waiting to be perceived.


the stone wall
behind this screen holds up
my red clay tiled roof
and the nest of two sparrows
hear them twitter happily

© G.s.k. ‘16

Reblog: Morning Haiku and Waka – NaPoWriMo – April 5, 2016

From Bastet’s Waka Library on Blogger

And a tanka:

morning serenade
sweet perfume of mimosa
and thoughts of you
what more can be said of spring
then a warming I love you?

© G.s.k. ’16


Morning Haiku and Waka – March 25, 2016



a memory
forty-three years ago
blossoming prune trees


no beans and poker tummy
a child is born


God is gracious*
a blessing came to Earth
that spring morning
his laughter fills men’s hearts
his smile disperses darkness

© G.s.k. ‘16


I woke up that morning feeling out of sorts.  My husband and I had come to bed rather around two o’clock having played poker with a few friends.  It had been a really good evening for me, although around midnight, the bean soup I’d had at my father-in-laws house had started roiling in my tummy.

It would be just a few more days and I’d be admitted to hospital for the birth of our second child.  He was very late in coming and so the doctor had decided that if he didn’t present himself spontaneously, they’d usher him into the world.  Of course at the time I didn’t know that the child was a boy, back in 1973 one wasn’t privy to that information – the ultrasonography was still off in the future.

Here I was at 5:30 a.m. awoken from my dreams with terrible cramps and as I walked up and down the hall way, I swore off beans for the rest of my life.  I’d tried not to wake my husband up but at 6:30, he came out of the bedroom rubbing his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Damn beans are really playing havoc with my tummy!” I said as I doubled up with cramps.

“Oh my God!” he shouted “It’s the baby!”

I soon found myself pushed into the car – my bag was already in the boot as it had been for more than a month.  I was no longer very conscious to the world.  At 7:15 I was admitted to the hospital and prepped.  The obstetrician came in around 7:45 for a check to see “where we’ve gotten to” and immediately call for a gurney which took me to the delivery room.  My dearest Ian* came into the world at 8:10.

oh gift of God*
welcomed by the morning sun
in early spring

© G.s.k. ‘16

Today is my son Ian’s birthday. His is a Scottish name and means (depending on your dictionary of names):   Gift from God or God is gracious. In my opinion, both are suited to him.

Brush – Waka and Haiku – August 25, 2015


my fingers
delight running through his hair
brushing his brow

(Dodoitsu form: 7-7-7-5)

This brush with winter’s snowflakes
Brought to mind summer’s heat wave
Not that I’m never happy
I just prefer fall


his fingers brushed
across her breast, tenderly
raising feelings
that had seemed forever gone
just sweet memories of youth


the bells ring
the sun tops the mountains
another morning dawns

the bells ring
the pigeons always surprised
fly away in fright

the sun tops the mountains
darkness flees the light
hiding in the forest

another morning dawns
the sun’s brush
paints the valley gold

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Haiku Horizons – Brush 

and linked to B&P Shadorma and Beyond, Carpe Diem Haiku Kai (Dodoitsu)

Morning Haiku and Waka – Gift of Spring – March 3, 2015

rays morning


morning concert
bright finch and blackbird duet
sparrows in counterpoint
then in the distance ravens
caw syncopated laments

first gift of spring
beauty wrapped in a sunrise
morning birdsong fest

spring morning sunrise
fills the world with gifts of light
gone empty darkness
sad thoughts of impermanence
melt with the warmth of birdsong

© G.s.k. ‘15

Morning Haiku and Waka – Renga – December 13, 2014

Celestial Renga:
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Frozen thoughts
remember eclipse
not sunlight
afternoon stars shine
filling the world with awe
© G.s.k. ’14
such wonders
heavenly ornaments
céleste du jour
a gift from the moon
céleste du jour
a bright summer day
touched by the night
© G.s.k. ’14

Spider Webs and Things – Morning Haiku and Waka – September 28, 2014

It’s been a while since I’ve written haiku and tanka here … excluding Eos the other morning.  I’ve transferred a lot of the haiku over to my blogger blog – Bastet’s Waka Library – because I have more space for photos and I’ve found that the editor is really easy to use without a lot of nonsense changes.  That said .. here’s Morning Haiku and Waka for you!


umbrella trap
dead bugs in the larder
dried autumn flowers

where is the spider
who made the umbrella web
the flowers now dead
still don the silken white veil
full of food – now abandoned

among red leaves
cyclamens and spider webs