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

Wind Bag – Basho’s Thoughts – March 2, 2016

Storm Sky

spring storms
wind howling down the mountains
scattering blossoms

old man blustering
uproots creativity
withered blossoms

fragile blossoms
destroyed in the spring
by the northern wind
blowing force of nature
withers all it touches

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem #929 wind bag

A flash of lightening – Tan Renga – March 15, 2015

Today’s haiku master for our weekly hokku is Ese of Ese’s Voice


stroked by the lightning
delicate peaks of sand dunes
– silence before the storm

© Ese

impetuous winds whisper
passionate encounters

spring’s inconstancy
sunshine smiles then anger storms
ah – March afternoon

© G.s.k. ‘15