Carpe Diem #1607 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (11) an open window
the sound of the surf
enters my home through the open window
and a butterfly © Chèvrefeuille (2018)
lounging in the sunshine
on a settee drinking tea
Carpe Diem #1554 Haunted Houses (modern kigo)
As a child I would lie awake at night watching the closet, afraid something would emerge from the giant inside. By day just hole in the wall filled with a previous owner’s discarded magazines became a portal to some netherworld .Too paralyzed to get up and close the forgotten door for protection, I’d implore my sister to no avail. Long hours were spent next to my snoozing sibling listening to the night sounds, terrified with each hoot of an owl, creak of the floor, tap of a branch. Yes, as the first hints of light formed outside, the tree transformer to an evil witch pointing her long snarled finger at me, scraping the glass. Finally as the last shadows of night were discarded, and villains became ordinary objects, I would dose.
moaning autumn wind
branches claw at the window
my haunted bedroom
Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #60 The Quest For A Masterpiece goes on … journey
Deep in the woods surrounded by sandstone walls. The damp smell of decaying autumn leaves mingles with pine. The only sound the cascading leaves as the bounce off other branches and the occasional rustling of your shoes. We hike past the cathedral windows carefully picking our way along a narrow ledge. I peer over the edge and take a step back. The path disappearing in the undergrowth. We hike further then we feel anyone has gone. Reaching for a rough ledge I pull myself up, only to make a realization that many have been here before and left their mark.
Carpe Diem #1527 Rustling Leaves (extreme haibun)
An autumn walk the woods, squirrels chatter overhead. Straw colored grass-heads bow in the breeze. Leaves skate down the pine trees with a cascading rustle. Afternoon sun casting long acorn shadows on the ground.
full hunter moon
shines on a scattered carpet
of autumn color
Carpe Diem #1419 Rose Garden (kikobun)
A stroll through my rose garden is like a stroll through the happiest parts of my life. There is Mr. Lincoln, a stately red rose of twenty odd years. It was the first rose i planted when we bought our house together. It has been moved numerous times, and has had a few lean years, but is still thriving. Their is the Stars and Stripes planted with my son David. Like him it is tall and gangly. It is covered in large thorns but given time puts on a spectacular show, commanding attention just like my son. The Blue Moon, planted for my eldest, has not been true to color. It has struggled to thrive and rarely has blossoms, but occasionally surprises me. The fairy queen is a tiny ground cover rose that thrives all season. Like my daughter it’s always the same, but always amazing. Queen Elizabeth is a sweet smelling pink rose. Pat Austin is a week seemed rose that can barely hold its head. It has lovely fragrant apricot blossoms. My yellow rose, reminded me of my elderly friend born in Texas. Neither made it through the winter this year, and leave a big hole. I have many kinds and colors roses, except the knock outs. I have a preference for the old fashioned roses. The pink climbing rose which are one of the first to bloom in spring and then one of the last in fall when they rebloom, are my wild child. They remind me of one of my grandchildren. There are two different Joseph coat of many colors, one a tea rose and one a climbing rose. The last rose I’ll mention, the Camara reminds me of my grandson. This hybrid tea rose is a large relish orange rose. The bush is small and unassuming. Each rose reminds me of when and why they were planted, such as the miniature roses for lost pets. They remind me of the summer activities coinciding with each bloom and the joy of the summer garden.
scent of roses
follow you down the path
laughter in the garden
Carpe Diem #1413 Loneliness (Haibun in the classical way)
Sometimes, usually, I love being alone. I love a quiet walk in the woods, or sitting out looking at constellations. Wrapped up in nature I am at peace. Alone in my garden I find delight. Loneliness creeps in when we fail to communicate.
Carpe Diem #1410 Rainbow (short-haibun)
Colored spots of light dance on the floor and light. I smile as I turn to the source, bottles of colored water setting in the window. When I was three my mother had small glass bottle lining the window and I was enrolled with the way the light shown through the bottles and the dancing rainbow on the floor. When my sons were young, I came across identical bottle with glass stoppers and created my ow rainbow. After 25 years they still make me happy.
Haiku Shuukan #3 (’18) Cold wind
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