half of it
it is flitting snowflakes…
spring rain
~Issa*
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haiku guy.com
art
buson’s spring lll
On my coming back,
how many pathways are there
through the spring grasses?
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
weekly photo challenge: dinnertime
to my dinner tray
evening’s spring breeze
comes wafting
~Issa*
you are invited to wander through Michelle’s photo challenge: Dinnertime
*cited:
HaikuGuy.com
buson’s spring ll
Ploughing a field!
Though the clouds did not move
they have gone.
~Buson*
*Cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
buson’s spring
water of spring,
violets and white flowered reeds
moistened as it flows.
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
kayak
spring is going,
we cannot know where to –
the anchored boat.
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
weekly photo challenge: future
As I walk about the campus at Colorado State University…my memories take me back to those days of hope…of expectation…of dreams…of a Future yet to be. Today, a journey through past days.
The Commons at CSU
blue eyes
weekly photo challenge: landscape
As we were driving home from Carter Lake, I found myself awestruck by this view alongside Hwy 34 west of Loveland, Colorado.
You are invited to view other images submitted to Cheri’s photo challenge for this week: Landscape
Sharing a smile: self-driving bikes
lengthening days
Lengthening days
accumulate – farther off
the days of long ago!
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
weekly photo challenge: half-light
snow melts
and the village floods
with children
~Issa
Early spring…floods with the sound of children
The early spring’s setting sun united with the sound of children…Half-Light
weary eyes
…”There is a charming quality, is there not,” he said to me, “in this silence: for hearts that are wounded, as mine is, a novelist whom you will read in time to come asserts that there is no remedy but silence and shadow. And see you this, my boy, there comes in all our lives a time towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light, the light which a fine evening like this prepares us in the stillness of darkness, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.”*
I will be taking a break for a bit as I have two eye surgeries scheduled for December and January. It is a bit of a wonder to the possibility of “seeing” what I have not been able to see. Hope all who visit find the days within the next two months to be filled with loving compassion and equanimity.
*cited:
In Search of Lost Time
M Proust
a meditative journey 
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