It is by its breath
That autumn’s leaves of trees and grass
Are wasted and driven.
So they call this mountain wind
The wild one, the destroyer.
~Fun’ya no Yasuhide
Nikon D750 f/4.5 1/40s 24mm 100 ISO
awaitin’ spring
poetry
a bead of foam
On the waters
of the flowing river
a jewel, a bead of foam —
the pity
of this fugitive world
~Saigyō (Poems of a Mountain Home, B Watson)
Nikon D750 f/9 1/160 90 mm
the world seems….
Is it because my mind
keeps dwelling
on every worldly thing
that the world seems
more hateful to me than ever?
~SaigO (1118-1181 B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Nikon D750 f/4.5 1/40s 85mm 100 ISO
leaving
Should I leave this burning house
of ceaseless thoughts
and taste the pure rain’s
single truth
falling upon my skin?
Izumi Shikibu (J Hirshfield & M Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon)
rhythm… Nikon D750 f3/2 1/320 40mm 100 ISO
reflection
On a troubled current
we grow old in this world–
today’s rain-filled stream
will only increase
with tears.
~Izumi Shikibu (J Hirshfield & M Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon)
rule of thirds…rhythm…symmetry Sony NEX-5N f/8 1/200s 96mm
cee’s black & white photo challenge: patterns
their traveling hats
looking small…
mist
~Issa (www.haiku.guy)
emigrate IIII Nikon D750 f/3.3 1/1,000 40mm
Hop on over to Cee’s Photography to join this week’s black and white photo challenge.
a winter scene
What is in front of my eyes
changes into a scene of the past —
a winter shower!
~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
Nikon D750 f/8 1/1,000 70 mm
wyoming’s winter
Both field and mountain
All taken by the snow
Till nothing yet remains.
~Iōsō (J Clements, The Moon in the Pines)
Sony NEX-SN f/8 1/800 80mm
snow fence
Fields we saw
blooming with
so many different flowers,
frost-withered now
to a single hue.
~SaigyO (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Wyoming Sony NEX-5N f/13 1/800 91mm
negative space
in the spring breeze
already casting shadows…
irises
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com_
Nikon D750 f/3.2 1/1,600 40 mm
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: letter x
The wind whistles in the bamboo
and the bamboo dances.
When the wind stops,
the bamboo grows still.
A silver bird
flies over the autumn lake.
When it has passed,
the lake’s surface does not try
to hold on to the image of the bird.
~Poems by Vietnamese Dhyana Master Hai (Ocean of Fragrance)
Cited: Thich Nhat Hanh, The Heart of The Buddha’ Teachings
a crooked path
my hut–
it’s a crooked path
to the New Year’s shelf
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
a meditative journey 
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