a window of memory: haibun

The wood fire, a girl guide log cabin lay, is a miracle of flame and heat in a deep pit of snow. Bundled trekkers huddle in the dappled clearing knee deep in fresh powder. Our frozen faces, fingers and toes tingle as the long day winds down with a winter cookout, a WINTER cookout, how amazing are these foil packets we cradle in our hands!

hot s’mores

at trail end

sweet melts in snow

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A s’more is campfire treat of roasted marshmallow on chocolate between graham crackers.

My haiku, that concludes this haibun, appears with others on the theme of ‘taste’ in Kathy Munro’s November 14, 2018 post on Troutswirl: “A sense of place: HIKING TRAIL – taste”.

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on the road: haiku and tanka

retro radio

I catch up

with my teen era


autumn slush rain

fresh colour on the road

lemon puddles


defog on high

no heat on the floor

the wipers squeak

a doleful autumn preview

of winter driving


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I wrote the closing tanka in response to Carpe Diem #1543 Rainstorm which challenges us to write haiku or tanka about a rainstorm without referring to it directly.

autumn memory: haibun

My father left this world almost 30 years ago.

Strolling an autumn path inhaling its fragrance, hearing its rustle, I remember the hills near my childhood home.

in the Gatineau

time unwinds in autumn winds

hiking with father


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For Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 7th 2018 the voice of the wind

“Haibun” is a literary form originating in Japan traditionally composed of prose and haiku.

on a winter trail: haiku

Happy to be included today on Troutswirl’s A Sense of Place: Hiking Trail — smell:

winter hike
wrapped in a knitted scarf
the smell of wet wool


In ‘real’ time we are not wrapping wool scarves around our faces yet, but this is a sensation renewed for me almost every year…when the thermometer dips below freezing and the only way to seal out a winter wind is to wrap a scarf.

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