up ahead, someone
will be at home
spring morning
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100 days…44th day
Morning haze
hides blossoms from the wind
too completely
~Senjun*
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
100 days…43rd day
I am a drop of dew
Hanging from a leaf
Yet, I am not unrestful
For on this branch, I seem to have existed
From before the birth of the world
~Izumi Shikibu
100 days…42nd day
Grasses in a mist
and water flowing silently,
daylight fading
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
100 days…41st day
Springtime rain!
Almost dark, and yet
today still lingers
~Buson*
this image is available through Turning Art
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
black and white sunday: timeless
The depth of the hearts
Of humankind cannot be known.
But in my birthplace
The plum blossoms smell the same
As in the years gone by.
~Ki no Tsurayuki*
image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s b&w challenge: timeless
*cited:
100 days…40th day
walking on, walking on
accompanying memories – springtime,
where have you gone to?
100 days…39th day
Nothing
in the world
is usual today
Sorrow is…
evergreen
weekly photo challenge: spare
Krista’s photo challenge for May 27th is to “get inspired by the many connotations of the word spare.”
Spare: adjective (Roget’s International Thesaurus)
- simple
- plain
- uniform
- stark
cattails
100 days…38th day
Through the years
I’ve become used to sorrow,
there was not one spring
I didn’t leave behind
the flowers.
~Izumi Shikibu*
*cited:
The Ink Dark Moon
Trans: J Hirshfield & M Aratani
100 days…37th day
If I say
this or that,
how ordinary grief becomes –
broken cries are the words
that sorrow’s voice demands
~Izumi Shikibu*
*cited:
The Ink Dark Moon
Trans: J Hirshfield & M Aratani
100 days…36th day
a butterfly flits
about the fishing pole line
spring breeze
a meditative journey 
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