So very gently
it won’t even disturb
the butterfly;
this soft spring wind wanders
over deep fields of irises.

100 days…20th day
So very gently
it won’t even disturb
the butterfly;
this soft spring wind wanders
over deep fields of irises.

100 days…20th day
Hazy or not,
come out of the clouds,
spring moon!
~Reizei Tamesuke*

100 days…19th day
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
Today, today too
somehow getting by these days, still
living in a haze
~Issa*

100 days…18 days
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
Have celestial maidens
descended to earth?
blossom clouds.
~Issa*

Laramie Mountain Range
The earth mound’s
part of it indeed…
a fine spring day
~Issa*

Cache la Poudre River
submitted in response to Jen’s photo challenge: Earth
*cited:
haiku guy.com
How joyous and kind!
In my next life, let me be
a butterfly afield.
~Issa*

100 days…16 days
*cited:
The Spring of My Life
Trans: S Hamill
with each lightning flash,
each roll of thunder, me and
the world grow richer
~Issa*

100 days…15th day
*cited:
The Spring of My Life
Trans: S Hamill
under the shady trees
resting with a butterfly–
this, too, is karma
~Issa*

100 days…13th day
*cited:
The Spring of My Life
Trans: S Hamill
In a light spring rain
a discarded letter blows
through a bamboo grove
~Issa*

100 days…12th day
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
a world of trials,
and if the tulip blossoms,
it simply blossoms

Each day there are “everyday people” whose work day begins hours before the opening bell of the New York Stock Exchange. They are only famous among family and friends so most likely their life stories will never be within Time magazine. We may briefly greet an “everyday person” as we go through our day with a quick nod, wave, and smile. Yet, seldom do we acknowledge that it is through their unique labors that most of us enjoy so many things taken for granted:
What would happen if suddenly all of these admirable people suddenly disappeared…

Submitted in response to Krista’s photo challenge: Admiration
in the midst of this world
we stroll along the edge of hell
gazing at flowers
~Issa

100 days…10th day
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