whiten winter gloom
lift our hearts with sugar and light
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.<<
e photo is courtesy of Pixabay.<<
curves in empty roads,
an onlooker’s prize
My reflections on beauty come from considering Paul Coelho lines featured in Carpe Diem #1319. Here I suggest that beauty is a form of visitation or visit, the Tuesday theme of dVerse Poets Pub.
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!
days before snowfall
In response to post of Chèvrefeuille: Carpe Diem #1317 wherever your heart is.
we glide the chess board
from dark to light, night to day
castles rise and fall
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.
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
veil of mystery
My haiku are inspired by the above quatrain from The Rubaiyat and Carpe Diem #1305 No Key.
In this quatrain Omar Khayyam attempts to comprehend life and our place in the universe. He regards death and human fate as mysteries he cannot decipher. His pondering highlights our human predicament—awareness that death of our physical bodies is certain. Birds on the other hand are free of such thoughts:
birds praising their Creator
a human being
gazes at the sky
wonders about life
My tanka is in response to the above quatrain from the Rubaiyat and to the haiku by Chevrefeuille. Carpe Diem #1304 The Seventh Gate.