Carpe Diem 1671

lightning flash–
what I thought were faces
are plumes of pampas grass 

Basho

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gnarled old trees\
put away their swords
they were never really soldiers

       

Carpe Diem # 1670

evening sea fog
descending into sun-dried grass
sweaty lovers     

Jane Reichhold

crabs scuttle across the rocks
ignoring giggles and gasps

the grass sways in the breeze
seagulls cry leaving foot prints
patterns on the sand
it's getting cold the sun has set
a sinking sadness at twilight

John Dowland - Fine knacks for ladies (score)

Carpe Diem # 1669

How I wish to call
A white crane from Fukei,
But for this cold rain.

Kikaku  





sunbathing  with the pink flamingos
white crane keeps its feathers dry                           

Portrait

Titian

a lifetime ago
i used to visit  you a lot
you were
the best part of my day
in that bleak wonderful city

i've looked for you
in many other places
over the years but
you have never crossed my path
i don't expect to anymore

you are still special to me
my pale beauty
in your quilted blue
with your finely sculpted aquiline nose

i remember you
i still miss you
and
i would like see you once more

Carpe Diem # 1668

coming to  seacliffs
the off-shore breeze raises
a flower fragrance

Jane Reichhold
 
wafting by the monet ladies
eyeing off the sailors

Carpe Diem # 1667

black raspberries
your name breaking
in the soft burst 




Raymond Roseliep




dark luscious
complement for the
deep red hibiscus
    

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai # 86

driving me home
her sportscar flashes along the roads
daffodils bow their heads

© Chèvrefeuille






a wild free spirit
this drive should never end
on the road to nowhere

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai # 85

cherry blossom buds
ripe and firm stir the old man
his New Year's eyes drift back



 even an old man
has New Year's eyes..
cherry blossoms
 Kobayashi Issa

Cinquain

it seems
some are favoured
rules don't apply to them
i'd like to know what that feels like
just once

Carpe Diem # 1666

prayer beads dangling
a harvest moon prayer…
mountain home  
  
Kobayashi Issa

praying for the drought to break
listening for the sound of rain

Carpe Diem # 1665

another year is gone
a traveller's shade on my head
straw sandals at my feet

Basho


showering me with  roses
my tombstone in three hundred years

Carpe Diem # 1663

muffled and silenced
the snap of an icicle
engulfed by fresh snow 

Kim Russell






the desert blooms sigh
thousands of miles away

Carpe Diem # 1662

hypnotic dancers
ants with green umbrellas
move slowly with grace

Carpe Diem # 84

ripe sweet mangoes
fall splat on to the grass
a feast day for ants

Carpe Diem # 1661

cricket silence 
between scraping sounds 
autumn begins

 Jane Reichhold

the air is cool and fresh
pink apples light her cheeks

Now is the Month of Maying.mp4

Carpe Diem # 1660

© Yosa Buson

In the moonlight,
The color and scent of the wisteria
Seems far away







purple perfumed rain still falls
in the garden you left behind

Carpe Diem 1657

sunday morning
all the waves in white
kneeling on the beach

Jane Reichhold

wildly pounding the sand 
spitting out shells and pebbles

Carpe Diem # 1659

autumn moonlight
the worm digs silently
into the chestnut

Basho

and like all thieves it steals
and destroys a perfect fruit

Carpe Diem # 1658

wintry gusts
on the sardines still lingers
the ocean's color

Akutagawa Ryunosuke




a rogue wave claims the fisherman
washed off the rocks into the sea

Carpe Diem # 83

Narcissus
in love with his reflection
vainglorious guy

 © Chèvrefeuille



all the yellow daffodils
pale in comparison

light of ember 
mysterious shadows on the wall
a cool summer night

© Chèvrefeuille

a portent of things to come
an echo chamber of sobs

snowdrops blooming
waving goodbye to Winter
nearly Spring

© Chèvrefeuille



she picks some fragrant buds
and puts them in her hair







icicles hanging 
at the gutter of the old mansion
sun's reflection

© Chèvrefeuille


snow white gazes out the window
wishing she could afford heating

this cold winter night
laying naked under my quilt 
feels like summer

 © Chèvrefeuille


seven dwarves generate
a lot of stifling heat






messenger of heaven
circling high above my head
re-thinking my life

 © Chèvrefeuille






if only i had not eaten
that crisp red juicy apple

Carpe Diem # 1656

a dandelion
now and then interrupting
the butterfly dream

Chiyo - Ni

 

weeds not her thing she prefers
bright yellow chrysanthemums

Carpe Diem # 1652

a pink rain of petals
falls from the cherry tree like
a corpus christi procession

Carpe Diem # 1654

smouldering fireplace
the sweet perfume of burned herbs
loneliness grabs my throat

i take a sip of cognac
and send you a text message