Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille December 2nd 2015


A lovely afternoon and we are walking up the mountain. The wind brushes my hair, the scents of the flowers in the air and we can hear birds singing. A chill creeps into the air, but just a nip to let us know a new season is at hand.

all over the hill
the scent of blooming bluebell
blue wild hyacinth

blue wild hyacinth
as we walk up the mountain
swaying with the wind

swaying with the wind
soon the hill will be aflame
riot of gold and red

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Spring – Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille


Yay for spring! We never really have spring nor do winter, nor do autumn, just summer all year. That’s the Philippines for you, only two seasons, wet and dry. Temperatures nearly the same every day, the sun rises and sets also at the same time. I’m not saying I’m bored with it, but it’s also nice to experience the different seasons, to be cold, to be warm, to change tyres from winter to summer ones, to shovel snow, to clear all the falling leaves, to have some grill in the garden with friends in the summer and so on. Anyway, back to spring. Spring is my favourite season here in Europe. I love when the snow disappears and the weather starts being warm. We see the blossoms, new leaves and flowers wakening up, birds singing, the sun’s shining, time to get our bikes out and enjoy cycling, tulip, daffodil, crocus, lily of the valley, hyacinth, blue bell – simply wonderful!

as the sun shines
sweet spring, enjoy life’s offer
a welcoming sight

buds coming out
take time to smell the flowers
sweet-smelling spring

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Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – Autumn Rain

hizabushi ni hi no chirameku ya aki [no] ame

lamplight glimmers
on my knees…
autumn rain


ta no kari no furusato ika ni aki no ame

what’s your home village like
rice field goose?
autumn rain

by Issa (one of the major haiku poets (along with Basho, Shiki, and Chiyo-Ni)

four a.m.
a distant freight train
parts the autumn rain

‌‍- Paloma

Lamp light rain by Lexidreams.

Lamp light rain by Lexidreams.

Autumn rain trickles
Cosy feeling in the house
Lamps in the street glow

Long summer weather
Happy to have autumn rain
Refreshing the earth

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – “Oku no Hosomichi” or writing a haibun.


The Praktikum. I was accepted to have an apprenticeship with BASF Chemical Company, in Ludwigshafen, Germany. It’s the largest production site worldwide and the company’s global headquarters and research centre. I spoke no German, but then, I’ve survived in France and Switzerland without French, so why not? I was convinced I’d get by and would learn the language when I’m there. I was allocated in the Inorganic Department, producing and analysing some dyes. Herr (Mister) Raider provided me a name who was also working in the same building, but in a different laboratory. “He’ll help you get sorted,” he said. Hence, first thing in the morning, I knocked on Room 602 and a tall English man opened it, some parts of his white shirt still untucked from his trousers. “I am, indeed.” was his answer to my question and that hooked me! “Such an accent,” I thought. He helped me obtain my lab gown and safety goggles that morning and waited for me for lunch every day. “There’s your English man again,” my Laborant (laboratory technician) would say.

I knocked on his door
an English man opened it
you’ve got to help me

me on second floor
and him on the 6th floor
joy in that building

and that was the start
of chemistry in motion
action, reaction


The Butterfly. Many summers ago, when HRH the son was around 5, we went to the Roundway Park in Leeds. They had a butterfly garden there. HRH the son was fascinated by the butterflies, running after them, trying to catch them. We told him that if he kept still, some butterflies might be attracted to him and would come to him. That wasn’t easy for a boy to keep still, but he did. After some time, he saw a yellow and red butterfly sleeping in one of the leaves. He watched it with interest and patience. I’d never forget his excitement when he saw that it was waking up and started fluttering up and down the garden.

pretty butterfly
wings beating the summer air
frail and delicate

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