Not for stilts
but as a cane
bamboo serves me now,
I who call to mind
the games of childhood ~Saigyo (BW, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Seventy-one!
How did
a dewdrop last? ~Kigen (YH, Japanese Death Poems)
How few our years of golden youth! How certain our gray years of age! ~Emperor Wu-ti
(The Jade Flute, Various; The Project Gutenberg Ebook)
Wind Kisses invites photographers to share images reflective of their relationship with over the hill.
As banked clouds
are swept apart
by the wind at dawn
the cry of the first wild geese
winging over the mountain ~Saigyo*
Sony RX1003 … F/3.5 … 1/100s … 8.8 mm … 80 ISO
*cited: Trans: Burton Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home
Pale green night and flowers all melting into one
in the soft haze–
Everywhere the moon, glimmering in the Spring night.
~The Sarashina Diary (1009-1059): Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
The morning’s sun glimmered on the surface of Spring Creek. Please enjoy.
Visit Weekly Prompts to join this week’s challenge: glimmer
Though the waterfall
Ceased its flowing long ago,
And its sound is stilled,
Yet, in name it ever flows,
And in fame may yet be heard. ~ Fujiwara no Kinto
Patti invited bloggers to explore the movement of objects or people. Since it is a bit too hot this weekend to go on a photo walkabout, I wandered through some old files. I hope you enjoy.
pinks–
one is blooming
thanks to the dew ~Issa (haikuguy.com)
Sony RX1003 … f/2.8 1/800s 25.7 80 ISO
Blow if you will,
fall winds–the flowers
have all faded. ~Gansan (Yoel Hoffman, Japanese Death Pomes)
it stirs the soul
of even the most indifferent person–
first autumn winds
~Saigyo
The dark sky dulls my dreamy mind,
Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
The down-dripping rain lingers–
O my tears down falling, longing after thee! ~The diary of Murasaki Shikibu
None calls upon me, or remembers me in my mountain village.
On the reeds by the thin hedge, the Autumn winds are sighing.
~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
Rapidly tonight my boat floats down the river under a cloud-dappled sky. I look into the water; it is as clear as the night. When clouds float past the moon, I seem them floating in the river, and feel I am rowing in the sky.
I think of my love … mirrored so in my heart. ~Tu Fu*
sun-tipped blossom submitted in response to Cee’s flower of the day photo challenge
*cited: The Jude Flute Gutenberg.org
waiting for autumn…
Compared to last year,
this has even more loneliness —
autumn evening ~Buson (Haiku Master Buson, Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert)
Leaves submitted in response to Cee’s flower of the day photo challenge
I grasp
in the darkness of the heart
a firefly. ~Buson (Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
Cee’s black and white photo challenge: patterns
a meditative journey 
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