UNDECIDED 2020

every night
braiding constellations
in my daughter’s hair

fell stars
so easily
bruised underfoot

pink rain
the happy sparrow
soars through

cusp of winter
the sound of wing beats
become sun

waiting for the dawn
the stray kittens
counting stars

sleepless night…
the depth of fireflies
one by one

haiku/hokku
Copyright © 2020 by Madasahatter572

PLACING THE FLUTE

dancing on the beach
I jab a stick into the sky
to break up the blue

spiraling from formation
distracted blue butterfly

days so complete
words become the calls of birds
the high tide wind

found genuine happiness
the air is sweet with flowers

placing the flute
against her lips something
slips into place

forever enraptured by it
those pretty pale little fingers

I’m not old
all night my eyes have held
the ancient stars

caught a fleeting glimpse of heaven
in her intoxicating eyes

wind perfumed
from a woman’s shoulder
desert night

a benediction from her skin
as a faint quiver in the air

moon white water
lovers in the secret cove
Saturday night

being very secretive
whispering only love talk

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

renga with Jane Reichhold
Copyright © 2019 by Madasahatter572

Response to Carpe Diem #1697 Renga With Jane Reichhold … placing the flute

COLORS OF THE WIND

winter dawn
sounds of blowing snow
sleeping birds 

in the breath of a new day
dawn’s pale light filtering through

frost sharp air
cut into pieces by sunshine
sparkling on snow

among frosted rotting leaves
cacophony of colors

spots of blue
varying the light to fit
tracks in the snow

spinning blue kaleidoscope
revealing fainting footprints

ocean sunset
staying by the window
’till the color sinks 

piercing rippling shining waves
orange-gold and bright pink rays

cold winds
rounding snow-capped peaks
a full moon

zephyrs carry ocean scents
across mountains and valleys

before one star
beams from the lighthouse
search the sky 

guiding light through stormy seas
bright flame lures through foggy grey

Copyright © 2019 by Dorna Hainds

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

Response to Carpe Diem #1584 Winter Renga With Jane Reichhold — spots of blue

SWAY WITH ME

mushrooms *
not yet that many days
of autumn dew

calendar days falling
splash into inky dribblings

pine mushroom
with its ragged top it’s
like a pine tree

a constant source of beauty
the radiance of dark pines

moon past full
the beginning of a little more
darkness

to the darkness of sorrow
submits the nesting birds

chrysanthemum flowers
bloom at the stonemason’s
between stones

amidst the stone quarry
fragile bouquet of beauty

glistening dew
not spilling from bush clover
still it sways

glimmering water-jewels
adorn imperial heads

morning glories
in the daytime a lock lowered
on the gate **

shading ancestral tombstone
a blanket of pink blossoms

renga

© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold, taken from “Basho, The Complete Haiku”)

Response to Carpe Diem #1555 Renga With Basho … still it sways

PICKING FLOWERS IN THE RAIN

wine cup
don’t drop in any dirt
village swallows

meticulous architects
gather supplies for their nest

more reassuring
than in a dream
the real hawk

burnished relics discovered
floating down silver river

wearing a paper robe
even if it gets wet
picking flowers in the rain

amid torrential downpours –
budding rainbow symphony

now farewell
for snow viewing we’ll fall down
until we get there

white delicate confetti
falls down upon my shoulders

go naked
one needs to wear more clothes
in February’s storm **

beneath thread-barren cotton
good-intentioned activists

frozen dew
a dry brush draws
clear water *

painting porcelain picture –
blue butterfly in white skies

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold; taken from “Basho, the complete haiku”)

renga

Response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #55 Renga With Basho Hineri … picking flowers in the rain

SEASONALITY

seasonality

teasing butterflies
despite rain clouds
playing hide-and-seek

autumn leaves change color
in the window

scattered fireflies
dance in chorus
above night garden

a gentle breeze
disperses pale blossoms

skinny branches
fall fully ripe fruit
to the woodpile

misty wraiths rise
from flakey collective

frozen ice thaws
lingering til noon –
melting consciousness

abyssal blue –
sound of snow falling

fine fragile flakes
cross still waters
winter equinox

birdsongs fade
drifting away with green wind

spring revival
white plum blossoms
a brief resurgence

sleeping children dreaming
of summer games

soliloquy no renga

Response to Carpe Diem #1519 Junicho, the twelve stanza renga (Soliloquy No Renga)