Year by year, season by season, day by day
quietly in the memories of children. . .dandelions.
Drifting in peaceful slumber . . .
tiny whispered wishes, two or three.

Edited post, Tiny Whispered Wishes, 4 September 2017.
Year by year, season by season, day by day
quietly in the memories of children. . .dandelions.
Drifting in peaceful slumber . . .
tiny whispered wishes, two or three.

Edited post, Tiny Whispered Wishes, 4 September 2017.
peace within one’s self; peace in the world – Thich Nhat Hanh

…and may we in that moment of “external” silence also hear a peaceful quiet within
sound asleep
there is peace on earth…
pond snail ~ Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

Sending on ahead
My contemplated image of the form
Of remembered cherry flowers,
How many ranges have I vainly crossed
Taking for blossoms white clouds upon the peaks? ~Shunzei, Chūshū Eisô*

*Edited by: Miner, Introduction to Japanese Court Poetry, 110
There may be another with thoughts like mine,
Who is gazing toward the sky of the morning moon.
~Izumi Shikibu (The Diary of Izumi Shikibu, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

Fujifilm X-T4: f/4 . 1/1000s . 67mm . 1250 ISO
A freshly-opened cherry bud … her lips upon the flute. She leans in the corner of the balcony: the night is chill, her silken robes are thin, her fingers cold . . . but music floats through the frosty woods and startled plums fall pattering down. ~Chang Hsien (Ed. various. The Jade Flute, The Project Gutenberg eBook)
The general sense impressions I have of “alone times” are moments of grief and loss as well as feelings similar to forlorn, isolated, lonely.
if there’s a house
standing alone, sure enough…
plum blossoms ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
I have often pondered a different sense of “alone” after learning of it’s origins; Middle English, “all one.”
“All one” speaks to me of a time of solitary; a sense of completion, wholeness, self-direction, and freedom.








Leya’s Alone Time
. . . The caged bird longs for the fluttering of high leaves.
The fish in the garden pool languishes for the whirled water
Of meeting streams.
. . . ~T’ao Yuan-ming – AD 365–427 – (Once More Fields and Gardens)*

Leica D-Lux 7: f/2.8 . 1/125 . 34 mm
*Trans: Florence Ayscough & Amy Lowell: The Project Gutenberg eBook of Fir-Flower Tablets
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood— . . . ~Theodore Roethke, In a Dark Time

Fujifilme X-T4: f/4 . 1/1000s . 16mm
midwinter bathing–
his head, the moon
in the water ~Issa (haikuguy.com)

fujifilm X T4: f16 . 1/1000s . 80mm . 1250 ISO
looking, looking
at the back wall we chat…
a cold night ~Issa (haikuguy.com)

Sony RX 100 3″ f4.5 . 1/400s . 11mm . 80 ISO
this aged soul wonders,
as you wander through my dreams,
would I be in yours?

Fujifilm X-T4: f/16 . 1/1000 s . 80 mm . -1.7 ev . 640 ISO
sunrise silhouette
in the sky – leafless branches
an ink-dawn drawing

This morning we have a few clouds and a very bright autumn sun. It is a bit chilly outside so I declare it to be a pajama day so that I may go on a walk-about through an imaginary landscape.
Today I would color the landscape’s sky…hum…various shades of pink? Yes! A pink sky with lavender clouds that has water vapor made from the calming scent of lavender.
Trees…I would like triangle and round trees in this landscape of pink skies, baby blue grass, dark lavender rivers, and golden mountains. The rectangle and curvy tree trunks gray. The leaves splattered with the colors of garnet, jade, and sapphire.
What colors would you use to create your imaginary landscape?
It would be wonderful to have a rainy day. I image children running about in the lavender rain with green rain boots, red rain coats, and orange rain hats.

Can you imagine us in our rainy day outerwear jumping into lavender water puddles and seeing the water spraying blue and red water drops all about us? Can you picture us collecting small sticks and gravel to build dams in the small streams of water that flow along the sidewalk?
And dragonflies with iridescent wings of blue, green, and purple darting here and there between rain drops? No! No!”They would be saying, “we simply cannot have our wings dampened and dirtied!”
I must say dragonflies are very proud insects.
A rabbit or two would have spots of blue and red rain drops on their white fur. Some of these spots blending together, as rain drops often do, and creating circles and rivulets of different shades of lavender.
Oh what might you say if you saw white rabbits and gray field mice all wet from the rain that colored them with blue, red, and purple spots and rivulets?
When their parents saw them, I imagine they would click their tongues, smile, and join them in rain play? It would, indeed, be a wondrous day!
I picture robins, blue jays, sparrows, and finches gathering and showering in the rain. The crows though are hopping and cawing in celebration of this rain storm while keeping dry under the picnic shelter. Ants, spiders, and worms hear the thumping of the rain drops and feel the quaking of the leaves as the rain drops reached the ground. What a noisy invitation to come out and play!
Shall we put mud pancakes and gritty lavender tea on today’s tea party menu? I heard that gritty tea tickles the tongue. I’m sure the crows would be delighted to have us join them in the picnic shelter.
Who shall we invite for tea?
I hear bees politely excuse themselves from play and tea as they hurry home. The queen sent out a royal order; all worker bees are given a day off from work as they do like to nap during rain storms.
Can you imagine ants, spiders, and worms opening their mouths to drink in the water as they play in the rain? And rows of bees snuggled in fluffy quilts in front of a fireplace?
Hum…that’s a cozy thought.
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