Shower of Roses

For Dverse’s poetics prompt about comfort smells. Also, this was inspired by Abigail Gronway’s diminishing pentaverse poem that she wrote recently, and by Thérèse of Lisieux, who is my patron saint and who famously said that she would “let down a shower of roses” from heaven after she passed away and went to be with God. Ever since I heard about her, the smell of roses is not only pleasant but reminds me of the presence of God.

Shower of roses
From dear Saint Thérèse,
Small things with great love,
Little way to God
My inspiration.

Sweet aroma
An answered prayer,
Lovely petals.

Presence of
Calming peace.

Mood lifts —



Dream World

This is a renga poem inspired by Chèvrefeuille’s challenge, using haiku by Kobayashi Issa. His parts of the poem are in italics. Please check out this link for more information.

in my province

grass blooms too…

cherry blossoms


sweet aroma gone too soon

goodbye to pink innocence


tonight’s moon —

how many mountains resemble

the ones back home? 


a kind face is always there

amidst repeated challenge


tomorrow morning

a humdrum river beach again? 

summer moon


miracles come so often

they become boring, common


shallow river —

a dawn moon

melons cooling


see fresh sweetness is present

taste the fruit beneath tough rind


a babbling brook

chills the sake …

roses of Sharon


speak vividly as I drink

inebriated — what’s your name?


from the tip 

of the forest ranger’s broom

spring departs


wake from half-remembered dreams —

sometimes preferable world

Cycle of Seasons

For this.

Fall in love again:

Beautiful leaves kiss the ground

Self-consciousness gone.


Snow comes, freezing hearts

Animals hibernating

Hope is evergreen.


Ground sheds its mantle

Of white, gentle flowers bloom

Sun rises early.


Enjoy time for rest

Under summer sun, which heats

Mem’ries into hearts.



Grant Us Peace

As Frank J. Tassone shares at DVerse for today’s haibun Monday, today is the anniversary of the dropping of the atomic bomb on Hiroshima. It also happens to be the Feast of the Transfiguration in the Catholic Church.

In an island nation in the Pacific, a city is transfigured in a flash of light — complete destruction in an instant.

On a mountain in the Middle East, Jesus is transfigured in a flash of light — our hope of glory and eternl life.

Oh God, transfigure hearts — that we may find and bring peace.

Change may come slowly:

Tiny blossoms’ aroma,

While snowfall lingers