bare branches
a painting against the blue sky
leaves under my feet

© Yozakura

from branches that touch the sky
the happy sparrows take flight

with the rising sun
the air holds promise of snow –
frost a white coating

a new flock of sparrows arises
settling on the tall branches

happy sparrows sing
becoming part of the trees
breaking the silence

autumn leaves come crashing down
awakening to birdsongs

Copyright © 2019 by Dorna Hainds

Response to Carpe Diem #1790 & #1791 (double episode)


one starry night
to make that one painting –
the rustling leaves

Chėvrefeuille (2014)

a sudden meteor shower
it is difficult to sleep

the sight of falling stars
ten-thousand candles lit up night sky
such stunning yellow light

summer’s dead leaves fly
once more the twitter of birds

a field mouse skitters
reaching for some warmth
among the nest of stars

may he rest in peace
in the quiet hum of night

a faint star cluster
jewels dancing about
with the rhythm of the wind

ambitious dreamer eyes the sky
gazing heavenward towards the stars

Soliloquy No Renga
Copyright © 2019 by Dorna Hainds

Response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #107 Turn Back Time (3) Soliloquy no Renga … one starry night


on the tip of the
newly sprouted bamboo…
a baby sparrow

a brave little acrobat
commands tall-swaying highwire

living in harmony–
the sparrow has
both parents!

within the dark before dawn
a whole family nestled

while I watch
he’s off to make a living alone…
baby sparrow

vanished in morning ether
my companionable bird

spring peace–
after rain, a gang war
garden sparrows

watchful warriors see all
eyes crew of chatter and song

don’t let the plum blossom guard
cut your tongues…
Sparrows! *

be silent little sparrow
be a brooklet’s gurgling flow

are the sparrows too
having a private party?
plum blossoms

gathered companionable birds
disregard the endless raindrops

© Kobayashi Issa (Tr. David G. Lanoue)

renga with
Copyright © 2019 by Dorna Hainds

Response to Carpe Diem #1761 Sparrows (Renga With …)


flood waters
stars too will go to sleep
on top of a rock

rivulets always in motion
silver river streams into sea

still summer
the harvest moon too hot
to enjoy the coolness

under cherry blossom shade
the butterflies are dreaming

morning glories
in the daytime a lock lowered
on the gate

a veil of shimmering white
conceals another new world

chrysanthemum flowers
bloom at the stonemason’s
between stones

colorful leaves of promise
linger with springlike newness

the bitterness of pickles
in the talk

tongue-tied fools are wasting time
riddled with anxieties

plum blossom scent
since ancient times the word
has been sorrowful

though they have taken their time
the plum tree always blossoms

© Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)

Renga With Basho
Copyright © 2019 by Madasahatter572

Response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #102 Renga With Basho … ancient times


desert ways
branching all over
cholla cactus

gold and silver chandeliers
admitting natural light

overcoming rocks
a stream of cacti
slowly spreading

bursting with dazzling color
fiery blooms of yesterday

alone and asking
to be touched
teddy bear cholla

emotionlessly observes
the smile from a passerby

desert poems
pencil cholla

scribbling feverishly out
new kind of epic poems

desert sunset
cholla cactus sticks
to the light

quickly discarded relics
founded by the drifting birds

among dune grass
silver bleached logs
and a perfect day

under the stars spread out before us
lights burn brighter than candles

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

Response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #91 Renga With …. (hineri) Sonora Desert


early morning rain
the dry sound inside the cabin
of oatmeal cooking

sweet and succulent this bowl
potent source of nourishment

flood waters crest
someone by the river puts water
in a coffee pot

during metamorphosis
ice morphs to liquid twilight

breakfast coffee
the excitement of an ocean
in my cup

in safe drinking water
colors of a rainbow

pale spring sunshine
spread over breakfast toast
quince jelly

golden-wedded couple
smiling at each other

beating egg yolks
two yellow butterflies
twist in the fog

excessive entanglement
the finest gossamer wings

threads of smoke
breakfast fires of neighbors
tied together

surprised, gracious welcoming
easy camaraderie

renga with Jane Reichhold
Copyright © Dorna Hainds

Response to Carpe Diem #1650 Breakfast (modern kigo)


first frost
when mums start to feel chilly
I get a cotton waist warmer

in the breath of a new dawn
white snowflakes dot my fingers

moon and flowers
the stupidity pricked by a needle
entering the colder season

in the darkness of despair
seek fresh sprouts of greenery

crane and feathers
in a black robe
clouds of flowers

dense monosyllabic shrieks
punctuate cumulus clouds

a traveler’s heart
it also should look like
chinquapin flowers

soaring into the blue sky
promising crisp golden leaves

slowly spring
is making an appearance
moon and plum

gazing the infinite stars
green flowery audience

moon past full
the beginning of a little more

shivering in dark shadows
young buds pregnant with promise

Copyright © 2019 by Dorna Hainds
tan renga

(C) Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold. Extracted from “Basho, The Complete Haiku”.

Response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #73 Renga With Basho …


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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

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


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

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