Brown blotches

on shrunken leaves

aged beauty


Withered stalks

bearing sweet beans

the end is near


in four seasons

growth, decay, death

our mirror


‘Pared down to its barest essence, wabi-sabi is the Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection and profundity in nature, of accepting the natural cycle of growth, decay, and death.’ ~ Japanese Architect, Tadao Ando

In response to Embracing Wabi Sabi an Ontheroad haiku prompt.
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Through my kitchen window

Morning mist

  may lift after cups of tea

    the view is dense


Hydro truck

  watched through kitchen blinds

      An inspection


Yellow bird

  lights up my window

    her tail bounces


My kitchen sink is under the window, allowing me to gaze out as I clean up.  Suzanne’s post: ‘Flowers by the road’ reminded me this morning was eventful.

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wandering (2)

August 20, 2017 in Brockville by ontheland
I took the course

ran the race, 

passed tests, and

as many times before, 

earned the certificate of completion.

Yet something was missing.


      self discoveries

             on fresh path 

              each dawn, shift of light

              bird song changes key

                           ~  ~  ~

Reading Suzanne’s Ontheroad Prompt: The Haijun on the Road led me to these thoughts….a haibun of sorts, having a brief intro and a closing tanka…

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Solar eclipse

Today’s solar eclipse was only partial in Ontario, Canada. I was outside tuning into any changes around me and wrote two small poems (tanka and haiku):

Daylight shifts 

to evening grey 

crickets buzz—

I dare not look as

dark moon clips the sun


earth and sister moon


in orbit


Some of you will remember the Pink Floyd album Dark Side of the Moon (1973). This video of the song ‘Eclipse’ shows the moon moving across the sun and if you last to the end, there is an interesting conclusion.



Ontheroadprompts: “Travelling with the Moon”

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chasing butterflies

Summer showers


splash lines on this page



lights scatter the darkness

my home


Responding to Ontheroadprompts:  “For this week’s prompt let the life and work of Hisajo inspire your creative explorations of haiku and related forms.” Hisajo is a Japanese poet of the early 20th century (1890-1946). To read about her life and writing visit Suzanne’s post at the link above. Her essay includes the following quote and haiku which I found particularly inspiring:

I would like to make a haiku out of what touches my life, what my eyes see, ears hear, what my heart speaks to myself in a strong voice… I want to sketch things that left an impression in the depth of my soul.“

From a Letter Written In Daybreak, 1922 by Sugito Hisajo

chasing butterflies

deep into spring mountains

I have  become lost

                     – Hisajo 


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When I first ventured into vegetable gardening I was guided by books. Each step felt tenuous, like treading in the dark. My guide was a carefully drawn plan, each square foot measured, each seed accounted for.  With time I relaxed.  I learned that seeds grow and that I only need to provide water and shelter.

A few years have passed and now what joy! Borage, calendula, dill, sorrel and chives return on their own to resculpt the landscape. This spring, rabbits devoured the first shoots of sunflowers and greens…so I raised the height of the wire fence, used a large removeable barrel to block the entrance, and planted more seeds.  I still make annual plans—plant families rotate from year to year and companions are placed side by side.  Beyond my winter dreaming the real garden emerges in a flow of call and response.

Even with a plan

the path ahead is hidden

mystery unfolds

Foreground left to right: flowering cilantro, yellow calendula, and winter squash vine; behind is a removeable barrel blocking the opening in the chicken wire fence


Behind the barrel gate

cilantro blooms 

squash vines creep


In response to Suzanne’s Ontheroad prompt “Step by Step” based on this quote from Monkey King 2:

You don’t find the path, you make it step by step

and this haiku of Basho:

In the wintry gust

I wander, like Chikusai

the comic poet.
 – from “Matsuo Bashō: The Poetic Spirit, Sabi, and Lightness,” by Makoto Uedo

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