chasing butterflies

Summer showers,

prisms of awareness

splash lines on this page


Galaxies repeat,

lights scatter my darkness,

one world 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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The flock


Flock of hens 

with a hungry brood—

on their own


Tacit agreement:

human stays behind the glass

turkeys come closer


To my delight, a flock of turkeys has been regularly visiting my back field and has been so bold as to graze next to the deck.  As I mentioned in my last turkey post, I can only take photos from inside the house as even a door opening quietly will send them away.

Intrigued by these visitors, I did some internet browsing and learned that Eastern wild turkeys were extinct in Ontario for about a century, until birds from the Eastern United States were reintroduced in the 1980’s.

Turkeys form single gender flocks consisting of only males (gobblers), only hens, or hens and young birds called ‘poults’. This explains why I haven’t been seeing gobblers with the hens and poults in my yard.  

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  white moth flutters            white moth flutters
    a fleeting visitor              ephemeral 
      to this meadow                   as am I

                 white moths flit
                   in a splash of sunlight---
                     who else has passed this way?

Inspired by a moment of perception and thought, I wrote the first haiku.  Then I wrote two more looking for other words to bring readers closer to where I was.  I was thinking of Chèvrefeuille’s invitation to write and then consider possible meanings a reader might take away. This process might have resulted in my choosing one favourite wording, but in this case I liked something about each haiku.  This is my second response to Carpe Diem Writing and Enjoying Haiku #4.  (Best way to read this post on a phone is to turn the phone sideways.)


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Recently I attempted to enjoy a few quiet moments of twilight on our back deck. These haiku and this photo emerged:


Out on the deck

absorbing evening sounds

brief luxury


Twilight serenade 

punctuated by barking

midsummer moment


Outside for brief time—

barking pup greets my return

with ecstatic leaps


A vine knows its way

on the darkest of nights

porch light unneeded


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Linking to Carpe Diem #1220 Twilight


In response to a recent Carpe Diem Haiku Kai invitation to write haiku on the theme of dawn using a phrase and fragment:

I am not often up at dawn these days as we are on a later schedule, though morning is the best time to pick lettuce and peas—they’re sweetest then.  I set an alarm to rise early but often postpone picking until next day:

Alarm rings

time to pick lettuce


And, the other evening:

Above traffic hum

hovers twilight serenade 

birds chirp and chatter

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