Nothing
in the world
is usual today
Sorrow is…
evergreen
art
100 days…38th day
Through the years
I’ve become used to sorrow,
there was not one spring
I didn’t leave behind
the flowers.
~Izumi Shikibu*
*cited:
The Ink Dark Moon
Trans: J Hirshfield & M Aratani
100 days…37th day
If I say
this or that,
how ordinary grief becomes –
broken cries are the words
that sorrow’s voice demands
~Izumi Shikibu*
*cited:
The Ink Dark Moon
Trans: J Hirshfield & M Aratani
100 days…36th day
a butterfly flits
about the fishing pole line
spring breeze
100 days…34th day
In a world
of lies – why not blossoms
that don’t fall?
~Sogi*
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
100 days…33rd day
blossoms scatter
never knowing
our regrets
~Ouchi Masahiro*
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
100 days…32nd day
Morning haze
jewels of rain, falling
in a dream
100 days…32nd day
thurs special: park
traveling geese
the city park is home
early spring
While wandering about the city park in Fort Collins, the experience of “being here; yet not here” is reflected within this multiple exposure…
while this image is a telling of park visitors…unseen
submitted in response to Paula’s Thursday Color Challenge: park
31
overwhelming
my memory
blossoms at dusk
~Shohaku*
100 days…31st day
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
ah, the deep woods
Ah, the deep woods –
so quiet one can hear
blossoms fall
~Shinkei*
100 days…30th day
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
early spring
simply for all this
as if there was nothing else
early spring sunlight
100 days…29th day
layered memories
Trailed with clouds
The layered memories
Of time forever gone
Stands between us now
In this spring dawn
100 days…28 days
a meditative journey 
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