winter sprinkles

snow

dust

sprinkles

sifted bright

whiten winter gloom

lift our hearts with sugar and light

~

©️2017 Ontheland

Lately, forest, field and roadsides around here have been lightly dusted with snow.

This weekend Chevrefeuille of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai challenged us to write a winter themed Fibo-ku—a relative of the haiku in which syllable count is based on the Fibonacci sequence.<<
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lavender

 

Lavender

Trekking down to the compost bin in the pre-winter landscape I encounter tiny branches of thyme and lavender—remaining where all else has withered. I bow, remember this summer, the succession of wildflowers, such joy!

passion here
days before snowfall
sweet-scented stems

©2017 Ontheland

~

In response to post of Chèvrefeuille:  Carpe Diem #1317 wherever your heart is.

 

kin

How would we
reshape this
“sorry scheme of things?”

Five flies lie dead on a sill
fifty birds chatter on a wire
eight skeletons wash ashore

Cats fight, spill blood
wash, groom, share body heat
brothers by fate

Faults and perfections
intertwined
love, fate, cruelty

©2017 Ontheland

~
The quoted words are from Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward FitzGerald:

Ah Love ! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits – and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire !

This quatrain, from Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, is featured by Carpe Diem #1315 Scheme of Things.

 

 

chequerboard

we glide the chess board

from dark to light

castles rise and fall

~

©2017 Ontheland

Photo credit: Pixabay

~

Life as a game of chess is a metaphor often used in past centuries:

‘Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days

Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:

Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,

And one by one back in the Closet lays.

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

This is my response to Carpe Diem #1308 — A Game of Chess.

seeking

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Sometimes when we look for one thing we find something else or when we are not looking at all a transformaton occurs.

~

Not seeking wonder,

we pass a pack of coywolves

strolling down the road

~

mirage 

veil of mystery 

dissolving 

~

©2017 Ontheland

My haiku are inspired by the above quatrain from The Rubaiyat and Carpe Diem #1305 No Key.