Like the morning moon,
Cold, unpitying was my love.
And since we parted,
I dislike nothing so much
As the breaking light of day. ~Mibu no Tadamine
In the peaceful light
Of the ever-shining sun
In the days of spring,
Why do the cherry’s new-blown blooms
Scatter like restless thoughts? ~Ki no Tomonori
This week Amy invites photographers to share their work using natural light.
eyes gazing across
layered memories of time
evening’s sun glitter
Regret that dropping sun’s dusk; Love this cold stream’s clearness. Western beams follow flowing water; Stir a ripple in wandering person’s mind. Idly sing, gazing at cloudy moon; Song done—sound of tall pines ~ Li Po (Translated: Arthur Waley, The Poet Li Po The Project Gutenberg
Pale green night and flowers all melting into one
in the soft haze–
Everywhere the moon, glimmering in the Spring night ~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Wait on, never forsake your hope,
For when the plum-tree is in flower
Even the unpromised, the unexpected, will come to you. ~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Court Ladies of Old Japan)
morning-glories
softly floating…
in the teacup ~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)
Hop on over to Leya‘s to share your interpretation of Soft
Dragonfly wings ... shining silken garments. Now my heart is aching. Who will give it rest? Young Dragonfly wings ... rich embroidered garments. Now my heart is aching. Who will give it peace? Dragonfly bursting its cocoon ... plain white linen garments. Now my hearts aching. Who will give it love? ~The Book of Songs (cited: Anonymous,The Jade Flute. Project Gutenberg
I have seen a road that wanders in green shade, that runs through sweet fields of flowers. My eyes have traveled there, and journeyed far along that cool fine road. But I will never really walk that road; it does not really lead to where she lives. When she was born, they bound her little feet with leather bands; my beloved never walks the road of shade and flowers. When she was born, they bound her little heart with leather bands; my beloved never listens to my song. ~Anonymous (cited: Various Authors, The Jade Flute Chinese Poems in Prose. The Project Gutenberg
Looking backward ... I cannot see the ancients of days. Looking forward ... I cannot see ages yet to come. Only heaven and earth have remained, And will remain forever ... I am alone, I grieve, I drop tears into the dust ~Chen Tzu-ang
(cited: Trans: Anonymous, The Jade Flute Chinese Poems in Prose. The Project Gutenberg
red pedal tractor…
sun-lit hair…freckled-face smile
fading breath of time
In remembrance of Christopher Ernest Broyles, December 10, 1954 ~ January 27, 2014
Snow has fallen
And you cannot have
Even the unusual sight of men
Along the precipitous path of the Peak of Yoshino. ~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
today’s heavenly gift
again is small…
billowing cloud ~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)
micro images (AF-S micro nikkor 40mm) submitted in response to slow shutter speed’s lens-artists photo challenge.
be safe…be well…be sage.
Silence
in a field with oak trees.
The winter moon.
~Buson, (cited: Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
if my father were here–
dawn colors
over green fields ~Issa (cited: haiku.guy)
Glazed silk, newly cut, smooth, glittering, white, As white, as clear, even as frost and snow. Perfectly fashioned into a fan, Round, round, like the brilliant moon, Treasured in my Lord's sleeve, taken out, put in— Wave it, shake it, and a little wind flies from it. How often I fear the Autumn Season's coming And the fierce, cold wind which scatters the blazing heat. Discarded, passed by, laid in a box alone; Such a little time, and the thing of love cast off. ~Pan Chieh-Yü*
*cited: Trans: Florence Ayscough & Any Lowell The Project Gutenberg EBook of Fir-Flower Tablets
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