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Hoarfrost -Troiku

fragile beauty
cranberries covered with sugar
first hoarfrost                  © Chèvrefeuille

fragile beauty
windows glazed over
crystal frost feather

cranberries covered with sugar
garnish rich cake tops
abet temptation 

first hoarfrost
crying kitten wakes household
to winter wonderland

Unconditional Love

Carpe Diem #1806 Unconditional Love


orange tabby, white pup
lie entangled in the sun
breeze ruffling fur

Gathering flowers

gathering flowers
unexpected guests
come to dinner

© Jane Reichhold (taken from “A Dictionary of Haiku”)


gathering flowers
walk in spring woods
arousing appetite

unexpected guests
arrive early afternoon
crawl across table

come to dinner
enjoy natures beauties
watch out for chiggers

The Aroma of Pine

Carpe Diem #1676 Troiku Month (5) the aroma of pine


the aroma of pine
and the young morning’s fresh rain
reach my words
© Hamish “Managua” Gunn (Taken from “Shinrin Yoku, the art of forest bathing”)

the aroma of pine
fills up the senses
stirring desires

and the young morning’s fresh rain
breathing new life
into parched earth

reach my words
water of imagination
life in barren fields


Carpe Diem #1641 a modern kigo … kite


large trash bag and yarn
brother and I race down street
wishing for real kite

Flowers Out of Season

Carpe Diem #1593 flowers out of season (kaeribana)

winter skies
soft waves of pink in garden
lenten roses


frozen mud
from out of the depths


Carpe Diem #1579 bonfire (takibi)

Picture Credit

fading sunset
scent of woodsmoke
scents the air




frosty evening
sledding down the hull
wind whipping
someone throws an old tire
in the bonfire



The Republic

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #61


Plato’s “The Republic”:

[…] “I will tell you, Socrates, he said, what my own feeling is. Men of my age flock together; we are birds of a feather, as the old proverb says; and at our meetings the tale of my acquaintance commonly is–I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life. Some complain of the slights which are put upon them by relations, and they will tell you sadly of how many evils their old age is the cause. But to me, Socrates, these complainers seem to blame that which is not really in fault. For if old age were the cause, I too being old, and every other old man, would have felt as they do. But this is not my own experience, nor that of others whom I have known. How well I remember the aged poet Sophocles, when in answer to the question, How does love suit with age, Sophocles,–are you still the man you were? Peace, he replied; most gladly have I escaped the thing of which you speak; I feel as if I had escaped from a mad and furious master. His words have often occurred to my mind since, and they seem as good to me now as at the time when he uttered them. For certainly old age has a great sense of calm and freedom; when the passions relax their hold, then, as Sophocles says, we are freed from the grasp not of one mad master only, but of many. The truth is, Socrates, that these regrets, and also the complaints about relations, are to be attributed to the same cause, which is not old age, but men’s characters and tempers; for he who is of a calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.

I listened in admiration, and wanting to draw him out, that he might go on–Yes, Cephalus, I said: but I rather suspect that people in general are not convinced by you when you speak thus; they think that old age sits lightly upon you, not because of your happy disposition, but because you are rich, and wealth is well known to be a great comforter.”[…] (Plato’s The Republic)

evils of old age
creep in stripping away
the pleasures of youth


youth and old age
character and temper
determine happiness


Rustling Leaves

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



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