cold that purifies


bare tree silhouettes

world iced in dazzling white

winter’s elegance


“Elegance is the correct posture if the writing is to be perfect. It’s the same with life: when all superfluous things have been discarded, we discover simplicity and concentration. The simpler and more sober the posture, the more beautiful it will be, even though, at first, it may seem uncomfortable.”         – Paulo Coelho

Quote taken from Chevre’s prompt on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

reformed quote #3

3 Day/3 Quote Challenge:  People celebrate Halloween but many have forgotten that October 31 is Reformation Day for the Church.  So I will post a series of quotes by Protestant Reformers.  This is the “pick” of the day!



photo by lynn


European tour: Luxembourg

Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosts virtual tour of Europe this month.

Luxembourg 1

sit in  tree’s shelter

slice crusty loaf of wheat bread

purchased at village


(Photo credit: CDHK)

a noble cedar

“I myself will take a sprig from the lofty top of the cedar and will set it out. I will break off from the topmost of its young twigs a tender one, and I myself will plant it on a high and lofty mountain. On the mountain height of Israel will I plant it, that it may bear branches and produce fruit and become a noble cedar. And under it will dwell every kind of bird; in the shade of its branches birds of every sort will nest. And all the trees of the field shall know that I am the Lord; I bring low the high tree, and make high the low tree, dry up the green tree, and make the dry tree flourish. I am the Lord; I have spoken, and I will do it.”

man on his mountain

bible’s holy poetree

lofty sovereign grace


(Ezekiel 17:22-24, ESV)

when leaves have wings

(dreamstime: royalty free stock photo)(dreamstime image)

flock of black starlings

dark shapes clinging to bare tree

now leaves fall…skyward! 


Kristjaan shares his knowledge and experience at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai haiku today tries to incorporate the element of “surprise”


tree is me

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in granite of

towering rockies,

standing tall as all

blue spruce kin

round mountain glen of

colorado columbine,

i stretch my limbs

to shake off loose needles

in cool alpine breeze.

i whisper my secrets

in blue shade as

eagle soars above

my shaggy crown into thin

blue canopy of sky

where ancient stars blaze,

 and gazed down on my

ancestors who succumbed

to wild forest fires lit

by blue lightning;

those charred remains

fertilize my offspring

as evergreen generations of

conifers rise up, and up.

i show protective

mother love for shy

dark-eyed chipmunks

that dart under my skirts

and offer patient tolerance

to raucous mountain blue jays

who build messy nests in my arms,


to be


Last elder


The gnarly old tree

stands proudly alone

like some wrinkled farmer

surveying his fine homestead,

treasuring years of memories.


Refusing to retire but

rich with rings of aged wood,

his trunk is twisted by time

and branches pruned by the

storms of life experiences.


His rough-skinned charm is

a shelter for nesting birds and

a shady place for summer picnics

under the faithful silhouette of

this wisened, peaceful patriarch.