
compared to last year,
this has been even more loneliness —
autumn evening.
~Buson (Trans: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson

compared to last year,
this has been even more loneliness —
autumn evening.
~Buson (Trans: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson
My legacy –
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,

The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn … ~Ryokan (1758 – 1831)
Trans: J Stevens, Dewdrops on a Lotus Leaf

In the dead of night, moon-gazing,
The thought of the deep mountain affrighted,
Yet longings for the mountain village
At all other moments filled my heart.
~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Image and poem submitted in response to Travel with Intent’s Six Word Saturday challenge.

Ten years it took
To build my little cottage.
Now the cool wind inhabits half of it
And the rest is filled with moonlight.
There is no place left for the mountain and the stream
So I guess they will have to stay outside.
~Song Sun (1493-1583) Trans: V O Baron & C S Park
Wyoming landscape and poetry submitted in response to Amy’s (The World is a Book) lens-artists photo challenge: countryside and/or small towns.

I yearn for a tranquil moment
To be out upon the sea of harmony,
In that enchanted boat.
Oh, boatman, do you know my heart?
~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
A small section of the Pacific Ocean along the Oregon coastline (2010) and a poem from The Sarashina Diary submitted in response to Travel with Intent’s six word challenge.
Rain, hail, snow, and ice;
All are different,
But when they fall
They become the same water
As the valley stream
~Ikkyu Sojun

Image and poem submitted in response to Leya’s photo challenge: magical
it stirs the soul
of even
the most
indifferent person —
first autumn winds.
~Saigyō

With blooms of pampas grass
for markers
I push my way along,

no trace of the trail
I vaguely remembered.
~Saigyō (cited: B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Come again,
if you don’t mind
pushing your way through
dewy eulalia blossoms
to reach this twig-bound hut.
~Ryokan (cited: K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)

Out of the dark,
Into a dark path
I must now enter:
Shine on me from afar
Moon of the mountain fringe.
~Izumi Shikibu (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

separation
among butterflies too…
white gang, yellow gang
~Issa (cited: www.haikuguy.com)

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