Haiku My Hopeful Heart


It seems that what we long for most in this season of darkness and silence,
this season of dormancy and cold,

is a glimmer of hope.

 We hunger for meaning in our lives,
for the warmth of another’s loving touch,
for something to believe in with open waiting hearts.

 Sometimes that glimmer comes in the unexpected catch in the throat at the sight of a winter sunset
or in the look of joy on a child’s face,
in a half remembered dream that fills us with ecstasy,
or it comes when we take to heart  the outrageous idea that we can find a way to love one another –
in spite of different cultures, languages, divergent philosophies and beliefs.

I created this haiga and sent it as a Christmas card to all my family and friends this year
I am posting it for all of you,
the friends I have come to know across the world
through your words, your poetry and your warm and wonderful comments on my writing.

In this season of  anticipation,
may each and every one of you experience the peace
that can come with an open heart filled with hope.


Red Twig Dogwood in Winter©2013 Wabi Sabi
Red Twig Dogwood in Winter©2013 Wabi Sabi

For Recuerda Mi Corazon – haiku my heart

For Haiku Heights gifts

For Poets United – Pantry

For Carpe Diem – celestial


Haibun for HH and Leo

A certain shy poet was wandering around the internet one August afternoon in 2012. She stumbles into Haiku Heights and decides to give haiku a whirl.  She composes  a three line poem and nervously posts it with all the  ‘real’ poets at Haiku Heights.  Shortly after, September arrived along with the invitation to write a haiku everyday for a month.  The prompts were stimulating, the other poets were encouraging and an addiction was born!

 The muse at Haiku Heights, whose pen name is Leo and whose real name is Vinay Ravindranath also blogs at I Rhyme Without Reason. He has  indefatigably stimulated an international band of writers with weekly prompts for several years now. In April and September he  hosted a marathon of daily prompts. It has been quite a fun ride!

 I am sad to see this wonderful weekly haiku party come to an end but I wish you well, Leo.  Thank you for turning me on to haiku!


in late autumn
the crickets are silent –
a sudden sadness

©2013 Wabi Sabi

For the final prompt at Haiku Heights – ‘thanks’