Adas Poetry Alcove

Poetry and Haiku


December 2014

Day 60 Golden Light — Haibun Journey View From My Window

Day 60 Golden Light — Haibun Journey View From My Window

The sun is streaming though my window. The golden light shines on the pine and each needle glistens. I wonder how sharp those golden needles really are. Could you really use these branches to make a soft bed. Dry brown leaves gather in my neighbors yard. Most of them probably mine. I wonder about how they are doing since they just buried her father. I must check in on them when I return after the new year.

in the afternoon sky
the winter moon
brightly shines

Day 59 half moon- Haibun Journey View From My Window

Day 59 half moon- Haibun Journey View From My Window

From my window a half moon appears in a ring of blue and yellow surrounded by a grey cloudy sky. The weather is beginning to turn cold again. The pain of glass cold to the touch. I’m still hoping for a good snowstorm, but not until the weekend. Then again we have to take our youngest back to school on Sunday, so maybe not until Monday late. Boy there was a time when I drove on all kinds of snow and ice. So for now I’ll be content with the pretty rings in the sky and fond memories of winter snow

down the country lane
frost patterns across the path
glisten in moonlight


cold and snowy days
warmed with laughter and family
in distant memories

Day 58 Fog — Haibun Journey View From My Window

Day 58 Fog — Haibun Journey View From My Window

Outside my window in the late evening, my son’s car sits in the driveway. Having arrived late last evening after a 14 hour drive. A fog has settled muting the trees to a soft grey, the way my mind feels now after a late night of preparation and a busy day celebrating with family. Not in a bad way, just a happy tiredness. Counting my blessings, day spent with church activities and family, children, lessons, singing, laughter, and games.

winter fog
blankets the day
in quiet tones


details a blurring
in the late evening
happiness lingers

Day 57 Woodpeckers — Haibun Journey View From My Window

Day 57 Woodpeckers — Haibun Journey View From My Window

From my window the trees are a flurry of activity. Two squirrels chase each other around the trunk of the maple, while another feasts on a walnut in a branch above them. I downey woodpecker feasts at the suet feeder nailed to the pecan tree. High in the ash a pileated woodpecker bobs his head in time with his rat-a-tat-tat. I think about how blessed I am to live in a land with so much abundance.

squirrels chasing tails
round and round the maple tree
frosty morning


rhythmic drumming
resonates through the air

Day 55 Christmas — Haibun Journey View From My Window

Day 55 Christmas — Haibun Journey View From My Window

Now that we’re done wrapping gifts, I pause to look out the window. The sky is black and I cannot see anything. A few hours earlier, after our eleven o’clock Christmas service the sky was clear overhead. For the first time in days, we could see the constellations shining bright. They lit up the sky as we drove around singing carols and looking at lights. The lights were not so spectacular but the heaven’s lights were unbelievably clear. As we pulled in and started down our drive we saw the cutest screech owl. The comical little thing was sitting in our drive way. It cast a wary glance in our direction but stayed for a few minutes. Then suddenly, its wings were out and it made a low flight and disappeared near the neighbors bushes. What a beautiful ending to a wonderful day!

the first Christmas gift
was not purchased from a store
but a manger gift


wide eyed owl
Christmas eve

Day 56 Orion — Haibun Journey View From My Window

Day 56 Orion — Haibun Journey View From My Window

From my window far overhead and through the trees I can see the constellation Orion. It is clear enough to make out the hilt on his belt. His bow raised high in the sky. I remember my father teaching me the names of the constellations and the stars that made them up. I do not recall all the names, but am forever blessed with fond memories.

winter hunter
stalking the night sky
bow aimed high


my father
points out the night sky
my hand in his

Day 54 Christmas Eve- Haibun Journey View From My Window

Day 54 Christmas Eve- Haibun Journey View From My Window

In the predawn darkness I am awakened by sirens blaring. I rise and look out my window. All is dark and quiet now. One bright street lamp hangs, burning bright. Its orange glow like a beacon for all to follow.

one bright light
on a dark winter night
leads me home

And I think of a long ago Christmas when a bright star lead wise men to a humble child. They traveled knowing the promise, but not knowing the destination. They had assurance, but not that the journey would be short of the way easy. They relied on a bright star, we rely on the humble babe born under the sign of that star.

under the star sign
a humble baby is born
to be his own star

the porch light
always left on
to welcome me

Day 53 Preparation — Haibun Journey View From My Window

Day 53 Preparation — Haibun Journey View From My Window

As I punch down the bread dough, I can see and hear you outside the window. First you carry items from the house to the garage, then you sweep all the leaves off the back porch. While the bread is rising, I wash the pans and dishes you used to make dinner for me last night. I got home around 9:30 and you had sausage, eggs, and homemade biscuits and gravy waiting. My daughter burst out laughing as we came through the door and she smelled the biscuits and gravy. We had just been listening to a hilarious comedian making fun of this food. So I didn’t mind cleaning up. Peering out the window again, I wave to you and you smile. The back porch is our main entrance and will be use by all the family coming for our holiday dinner. So things on the honey do list are actually getting done.

In preparation
days spent cooking and cleaning
for a two hour visit


your sweet smile
while doing things you dislike
because you love me

Day 52 Christmas Cookies — Haibun Journey View From My Window

Day 52 Christmas Cookies — Haibun Journey View From My Window

My kitchen window is steamed up as hot water flows into the sink. Outside it is black, but I see the reflection of the room. The kitchen table littered with bowls, and ingredients needed from our annual cookie bake off. Our feet padded with slippers against the icy cold floor, flour and sugar tracks abound. Tired and giddiness begin to set in. It is one night that you seem to come alive, where I can see a trace of you behind the fog. When I feel your love, though in seventeen years you’ve never been able to say it. A time where that beautiful smile lights your face and melts my heart.

daughter of mine 
beautiful child 
locked in anxiety


reflections in glass 
blurring the line between 
heartache and joy


sweet cinnamon
smells wafting
Christmas cookies

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