He’s white. Like snow. A neighbor calls him Casper. Though he moves like a small ghost, slinking through the vineyards, he’s not friendly. Maybe he was once, but life has dealt him a weak hand, and he has to play it where it lays.

Like any good hunter he’s familiar with every tree, and rock, every fox den, and squirrel drey in his travel radius. He has his landmarks. I see him resting by the cairn of flat rocks my niece constructed last summer. She buried a treasure, the feather of a blue jay. The cairn marks the spot. Out of the path of the vineyard tractors I imagine it staying in place until she’s grown. She’ll forget it ever existed. Until one year while she is in the midst of a life-altering decision, I’ll lead her to it. Seeing it again will flood her with memories, all those carefree days of childhood. Miraculously, her decision will be made clear. These things happen.

By then, by the time she has set aside her stuffed animals, and taken on the demands of adulthood, the white feral cat will be long gone from his hunting grounds. But, she will remember him. She’ll remember how we tried to adopt him, how we left him offerings of food, how we spoke soothingly hoping to coax him to come near. But, he was too far gone, his fear of humans too pronounced.

in the wild
the hunter and the hunted
memories of moonlight


Bjorn at dverse asks us to write a haibun, and Hamish Gunn asks the same every week…

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Christmas Haiku

For Words Count with Mama Zen on the site Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. I urge you to click the link and discover some fine poets. Merry Christmas! I hope everyone is enjoying the company of whomever you’re with today!!


she waits quietly
under the lone mistletoe
for the moon to rise



on Christmas morning
the boy tears open boxes
walk, don’t run, says mom



tiny yellow finch
having a bath on Christmas
an open shelter

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Carpe Diem – Qi

We’re writing about Qi today at Carpe Diem. Qi is the life force inherent in all living things, the balance of positive and negative. It’s about finding our breath, our natural flow.

It’s also a great word to keep in mind when you play Scrabble. If you’re lucky you’ll have the opportunity to score quite a few points using only those two letters.

I went for a more direct interpretation of the word today.


in yoga class
standing on one foot
finding our qi

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Carpe Diem – Kanpai!

For Carpe Diem we are asked to interpret a piece of music, Kanpai!, composed by a Swiss artist, Adrian von Zeigler, and turn it into a haiku.

Mine is open to interpretation. I’m not even sure I could explain what I mean. That’s the beauty of the music. And the meaning of the word, kanpai, the Japanese equivalent of Cheers!


©Robyn Wilson

©Robyn Wilson


paper lanterns glow
to the pulse of the Taiko
an empty glass raised


Carpe Diem – Tan Renga – Imaginator’s ‘light in your eyes’


Today at Carpe Diem we have Imaginator’s ‘light in your eyes’ to complete.

What poet wouldn’t jump at the chance to write about new love? Or old love? Or any love?


With light in your eyes
you embrace me in your arms
our hearts beat as one                           (Imaginator)

on the threshold of romance
we are dazzled by the stars                   (Steph)

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Carpe Diem – Tan Renga Opie’s ‘sweet October’

At Carpe Diem today we’re talking about wine. Wine is something I’m quite familiar with, both growing the grapes, and drinking the finished product. I live, literally, in the middle of a vineyard. I’m surrounded by meticulous rows of red grapes. It’s not my vineyard. It belongs to a winemaker who owns, and leases, many hundreds of acres in the area. He is but one of many.

Growing wine grapes is all science, no romance. Only at this time of year, after harvest, is it quiet for a few months. The rest of the year is a constant barrage of tractors, fertilizers, pesticides, and many dozens of workers on various days, pruning and culling.

All that said, at all stages of growth the plants themselves are beautiful. In the summer they are heavy with fat, sweet grapes, and in the fall the leaves turn red and gold. If you can forget the fact that so much land is devoted to producing an alcoholic beverage you can settle in to the beauty of it.

If I could afford the land I would uproot the grapes, and return it to the apple trees. That’s what this area used to be: acres and acres of apple trees, and Christmas trees. Every year more and more acreage is given over to wine grapes.

And yes, I do drink it, and much of it is excellent. The winemakers know what they’re doing, but still.. I can’t help but lament the loss of the trees.

But this is no time for lamentations. It’s the start of the holiday season.. And so, on to the tan renga..

My backyard...& niece & dog

My backyard…& niece & dog.. 🙂

o, sweet October
spare thy frost on yonder grapes
our sweet summer wine                               (Opie)

vines turn vivid red and gold
foxes find their winter home                   (Steph)


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Carpe Diem – Tan Renga – Sun’s ‘gathering seashells’

I have to face the facts. I’m incapable of posting everyday for Carpe Diem. Though I wish it were otherwise. Not enough hours in the day. Kudos to everyone who pulls it off, and with such lovely haiku and tan renga completions. If only I had your discipline.

I have 5 sisters so Sun’s haiku spoke to me. Oh the stories I could tell of our happy, but sometimes difficult dynamics. As the American holiday of Thanksgiving approaches, and families gather, and the comedians up their game, I couldn’t help but use it for my completion.

To all those who celebrate.. Happy Thanksgiving!


gathering seashells
while ocean tides rise and fall
two sisters bicker                                             (Sun)

set the Thanksgiving table
watch the fireworks explode                       (Steph)

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