This dark autumn
old age settles down on me
like heavy clouds or birds
~Basho*
selected prints available through Turning Art
*cited:
The Sound of Water
S. Hamill
poetry
lit by setting sun
the thunderstorm breaks up,
one tree lit by setting sun,
a cicada cry
~Shiki*
selected prints available through Turning Art
*cited:
The Sound of Water
S Hamill
a single leaf
five of seven…wired
On a quiet evening in my thatch-roofed hut,
alone I play a lute with no strings.
It’s melody enters wind and cloud,
mingles deeply with a flowing stream,
fills out the dark valley,
blows through the vast forest, then disappears.
Other than those who hear emptiness,
who will capture this rare sound?
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
weekly photo challenge: change
This pile of
fallen leaves
separates my hermitage
further and further
from the world of woe
~Rengetsu-ni
submitted for this week’s photo challenge: Change
somehow getting by
Today, today too,
somehow getting by these days, still
living in a haze.
~Issa*
*cited:
The Springtime of My Life
S Hamill
for you who rarely visit…
for you who
rarely visit,
though you have already arrived,
may the early evening storm
not blow so hard!
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
let’s go…view blossoms
Children,
let’s go to the mountain
to view violets.
If they scatter away tomorrow,
what can we do?
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
blossom viewing
home from blossom viewing-
as I disrobe, many straps
cling to my body
Sugita Hisajo*
*cited:
Far Beyond the Field
Makoto Ueda
weekly photo challenge: from every angle
tires of…summer
for the man who says
he tires of his child
there are no flowers
~Basho*
*cited:
The Moon in the Pines
J Clements
a meditative journey 
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