Meant to be born under a sturgeon moon,
I arrived under the strawberry moon in June:
Maybe I could not wait
For a taste of this life,
The sweetness of that first breath,
To see what flowers and fruits would bloom.

For Real Toads. Note: The sturgeon moon is the name of the full moon in August.

Unite Our Breaths

For Ronovan Writes’s haiku challenge. I wrote a somonka, which is two tankas, usually having the theme of love or loss. 

The plaintive wolf howls

At the moon; her face is mine

Missing you in night —

I see breath in chilly air

Longing for my belovèd.


I too see the moon;

She is beautiful as you

May we soon unite —

See your presence next to me

Embracing my belovèd.

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