the moon in heaven–
on the earth, a hackneyed
tale of its wanderings
~Uda Kiyoko
cited: M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field

the moon in heaven–
on the earth, a hackneyed
tale of its wanderings
~Uda Kiyoko
cited: M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field

evening cicada–
a last nearby song
to autumn*
~Issa (haiku guy.com)

*David G Lanoue, “a translator of Japanese haiku, a teacher of English and world literature, a writer of haiku and ‘haiku novels,'” offers a footnote to this writing … It’s the last night of autumn. Tomorrow winter.
Not even water birds
seen while I cross the inlet.
such coldness.
~Buson (cited: Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)


vast sky
vast earth
autumn passes to
Issa (cited: www.haikuguy.com)
While cutting down the rice,
the little weeds with autumn
sunlight on them.
~Buson (cited: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

autumn wind–
walking along the valley’s cliff
my shadow
~Issa (cited: http://www.haikuguy.com)

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head pillowed on arm,
such affection for myself?
and this smoky moon
~Buson*


*cited in
The Sound of Water
Trans: Sam Hamil
As I was reviewing old post, these were two WP images and one haiku that were posted in April, 2013
Ceaseless tears–clouded mind:
Bright scene–moon-shadow.
~The Sarashina Diary
(cited: Trans: AS Omori & K Doi, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

Image and poem submitted in response to Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: layered

Going through the gate,
I am so a wanderer
this twilight in autumn.
~Buson (Trans: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
If there be no little pines in the field
How shall I find the symbol of 1000 ages?
~The Diary of Murasaki Shikibu (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

“These lands, siblings of the Rockies,
hold many lessons and ways of being.”
D Martinez & L Schnider (CSU) The Land Holds Memories, September 2019
“Where the prairie converges with the plains, the foothills watch. They have long been the relatives of these lands and witnesses to all adventures, explorations, and settlings. The plains and prairie have also long been partners in this space; they are the original innovators, the knowers and teachers. The foothills remain present as protectors of those west winds and incubators of the snow and rain that feed these spaces, peoples, and purposes.
Our sense of this place, our sense of this land, is beckoned through this convergence and their ancestral traditions. Waters flow in snake rivers, are cradled in valleys where corn and long grasses, such as Indian ricegrass and needlegrass, grew and grow, dozens of flowers, including prickly poppy, yucca, rabbitbrush, and prairie sunflowers, bloom and nestle; these are the homes for the bison, pronghorn, and deer, as well as swift fox, burrowing owls, and golden eagles.
These lands, siblings of the Rockies, hold many lessons and ways of being. The clay still holds knowledge and footprints of beings, events, and experiences. It, the clay, waits for new stories and new understandings. Communities were here over 12,000 years ago; those were the times of the mammoth. And, although they are often called the Paleo-Indians, they were here: relatives, ancestors of societies and knowers of land, sensors of place, and practitioners of purpose….”
amid dewdrops
of this dewdrop world
a shoe lost

it’s a dewdrop world
surely it is…
yes…but
~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)

trailed of clouds
the layered memories
of time forever gone
stands between us now
within dewdrops of autumn

Abel Korzeniowski…”Going Somewhere”

In this hour of longing
Reflection brings to mind each day gone by
And in each one
Was less of sorrow
~Izumi Shikibu (Trans: AS Omori & K Doi, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Sunday Sayings post inspired by poetrypix.com
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