Fire — A Haiku

My thoughts are with the many firefighters — professional and volunteer — who are battling the hundreds of fires raging in BC at this moment. I am holding in my heart, the evacuees, the wildlife, the people living in the surrounding communities and the burning trees in the blazing forests. I continue to send my hopes for their safety, comfort, solace and most of all — rain.

Forests raging flames
fierce inferno’s blazing light
treacherous beauty

Burning forest image


It’s World Poetry Day — So I Wrote A Haiku

Blog Post #332

It’s World Poetry Day — and everywhere I looked today I saw a poem. A few classics, some originals and several whimsical or humorous. Also, it’s Tuesday and that means — Haikuesday!

First, here is a haiku for World Poetry Day and below that is a poem about the English language. Enjoy!


Raindrops gently fall
the breeze ripples the puddles
a crane flaps overhead


Why English is Hard to Learn

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

~ Anonymous


A New Year and a New Haiku

Blog Post #255

Did you ring in the New Year at a gala event, celebrating with party hats, noisemakers, confetti and popping champagne corks? Or was your New Year heralded in with an intimate gathering of family and close friends? Did you make it to midnight to bang pots and pans, ringing in 2017 with cheers and kisses or were you fast asleep dreaming of 365 days full of promise?

However, your New Year came in, I hope that all your hopes and dreams for 2017 come true!

I haven’t forgotten that it’s Tuesday — and that means… time for haiku!! This poem is in honour of January 1, 2017! Happy New Year!


Fireworks light the sky
champagne sipped, a midnight kiss
A New Year rung in


A November Haiku

Blog Post #213

Ah, yes, it is Haikuesday once again.

The dark mornings and short days make me wistful, and my thoughts are all about the start of the day. I guess, because it is Tuesday and it is a work day — I’m all about waking up and facing the morning. And wishing for sunshine instead of dark rain clouds! So a rainy morning haiku on a wet and dreary Tuesday!


The morning is dark
heavy grey clouds hide the sun
November rain falls



It’s Raining Again — A Cold and Wet Haikuesday

Blog Post #206

The past couple of days have been blustery, cold and rainy — a big change from the balmy weather we experienced last week. Seriously, the temperature hit 19 degrees Celsius, a few days ago — in November!!!

Now it definitely feels like November — nippy breezes, and chilling rain.  Time to get out the gumboots, warm coats, hats and mittens — winter is coming!

I miss the sun… [sigh]

I haven’t forgotten that it’s Haikuesday and I have a simple poem to share — you can find it right under this beautiful photo that I found on Pexels. (I really don’t know what I would do without image banks like this.)

Winter Bird

Spring’s blooms forgotten / Summer days, a hazy blur / Cold winter draws near


Goodbye Tigger — A Sad Haiku

Blog Post #192

Proud, lion-hearted
Silken ginger, green-eyed tom
You were cherished and loved


On this Haikuesday — a short poem for our cherished tomcat, Tigger. He was a much-loved member of our family for seventeen years. He was a sweet, funny and gentle cat that captured our hearts the moment he entered our home. He and his sister, Phoebe, grew up with our daughters and they both brought us all much joy and laughter.

On Saturday, we said goodbye to our lion-hearted kitty. We are sad and we miss him, but we know that he is at peace now and no longer suffering.

Farewell, dear Tigger, we will always remember you. xoxo


Goodnight, Haiku, Goodnight

Blog Post #186

Sunset red and gold / the light fades as darkness falls / dreams are beckoning

sunset image

Is it weird or funny that my haiku lately have focused around night, darkness, SLEEPING?

No, I guess not, since it seems that I am usually composing this blog post and a short poem late on Tuesday nights. I’m not sure why, but I seem to be turning into a night owl. A reluctant night owl — I’m definitely feeling tired but I also am delaying getting ready for bed…

Share your haiku in the comments section.


Goodnight, But Before I Go — Happy Haikuesday!

Blog Post #179

Aaackk!! I got distracted!

It’s late and I about to head off to dreamland, but I realized that it’s Haikuesday and I haven’t done a blog post yet!!

So — Happy Haikuesday! I hope you enjoy my little poem! (This really happened!)


The night is quiet
even the cats are dozing now
three racoons stroll by



Time Flies…

Blog Post #172

Sun rises and sets
another week unfolded
Haikuesday again


Wait, what???!! Tuesday already? A week gone by in a flash — amazing… where did the time go?

I cannot believe that it is Haikuesday already — but you know what they say — time flies when you are having fun!

Thinking back, I cannot figure out why it feels as if “time flew ” this past week.  I wasn’t any busier than usual, nothing out of the ordinary happened and the past seven days were filled with normal, common place, mundane events — work, chores and leisurely down time, you know — like that. As Shakespeare said “the swiftest hours, as they flew.”

The poetry above is my attempt at a little haiku humour. Below are poems from two Japanese haiku masters.

The first day of the year:
thoughts come – and there is loneliness;
the autumn dusk is here.
~ Basho

My life,
How much more of it remains?
The night is brief.
Masaoka Shiki

Now that’s haiku!




Happy Haikuesday!

Blog Post #165

Autumn’s bright colours
red apples hang from the trees
leaves crunch underfoot


Fall is a beautiful season — it’s a time for celebrating life’s abundance, gathering with family and friends to enjoy cozy evenings around a fire, sipping wine or hot chocolate. It’s a time for tromping through corn mazes and choosing big, bright, orange pumpkins from the field ready to be transformed into Jack O’Lanterns. Weekend walks through carpets of red and gold leaves and marveling at the beauty of nature.

It’s enough to make you want to write poetry! (wink!)

Speaking of haiku — did you know that the Vancouver Haiku Invitational 2016 Winners  have now been posted?

The winner in the Vancouver category is:

double cherry blossoms
I breathe in
the entire sky

by Rachel Enomoto from Burnaby, BC

Find more information about the Haiku Invitational and the Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival on the website.

Read all the winning haiku and the judges’ commentary on the poetry.