Monday, April 15, 2019

Carpe Diem #1648 skylark (hibari)

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

What a wonderful spring day we had here in The Netherlands. It felt almost like early summer, I even could stay a while outside in the garden enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face. Yes ... it was an awesome spring day.

This month we are exploring classical and non-classical kigo for spring and today I have another wonderful classical kigo extracted from the Shiki saijiki for you all to work with. Our classical kigo for today is Hibari (Skylark).

Skylark (woodblock-print by Bijutsu Sekai (1803-1896)

And here are a few haiku from my archive:

mezzo-soprano sings
a love song by Chopin -
cry of a Skylark   

in touch with the gods
pine trees reaching for heaven -
skylarks sing their song

© Chèvrefeuille

And here is another example with this classical kigo created by Matsuo Basho (1644-1694), my sensei:

hibari naku naka no hyoshi ya kiji no koe

through the skylark's singing
comes the beat
of pheasants' cries

© Basho

Ofcourse I had to create a new one and that wasn't an easy task, but I think I succeeded with the following haiku:

high in the sky
the faint shadow of a skylark
hear! he praises the Creator

© Chèvrefeuille

This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until April 22nd at noon (CEST). I will try to publish our new episode later on.


  1. I do not know the Skylark as a Trinidad and Tobago bird so i research to be inspired to respond today

    much love...

  2. distant church bells ring
    across the dewy meadows
    a lark ascending

  3. Here is a tighter version of my earlier submission

    distant church bells
    dewy meadows
    lark ascending

    These were my first ever poems in my exploration of haiku. I’m not sure if this is the right place to post them but I could find no other links. Sorry if I’ve got it wrong

  4. Thank you for this beautiful prompt,Chèvrefeuille! I am not often here but I am so glad I sneaked a peak today...spring is so slow in visiting us here. Writing it felt like "coming home".