climb this tree
and you’ll be a she-devil –
red leaves in the sunset glow
~Mitsuhashi Takajo*

*cited:
Far Beyond the Field
M Ueda
climb this tree
and you’ll be a she-devil –
red leaves in the sunset glow
~Mitsuhashi Takajo*

*cited:
Far Beyond the Field
M Ueda
Clipped Wings

How did it come to this?
A forced landing, weakened wings
a solid source of former strength,
taking you through
dark clouds and heavy downpours.
Those resilient wings assured your
bodily independence
as you soared through storms,
high winds battering
and pressing upon your life.

Now those same weathered wings
bear evidence of missing feathers,
thinning bones and shrunken wingspan,
no longer able to lift and sour
or glide with the gusto that carried
you through turbulent tempests.
Slowly, slowly you learn to accept
those clipped wings, to be content
with nesting in the arms of elderhood.

You submit to this final appendage
of your journey, bid farewell
to cherished autonomy
and slowly fold your worn wings
in peaceful surrender.
~Joyce Rupp*
*cited:
Fly While You Still Have Wings
Joyce Rupp
straight out of a full moon
painting…
the geese depart
~Issa*

double exposure image submitted in response to Paula’s discussion about digital manipulation
*cited:
The fireflies’ light,
How easily it goes on
How easily it goes out again.
~Chine-Jo*

*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
Trans: K Rexroth & I Atsumi
The stars pass.
The moon passes.
Blue clouds pass above the mountains to the north.
The years go by.
~Empress Jito*

*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
Trans: K Rexroth & I Atsumi
Only today left
of spring. My walking
ended it.
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
On a mountain slope
Solitary, uncompanioned
Stands a cherry tree.
Except for you, lonely friend,
To others I am unknown.
~Abbot Gyoson*

*cited:
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:
traveling geese
the city park is home
early spring

While wandering about the city park in Fort Collins, the experience of “being here; yet not here” is reflected within this multiple exposure…
while this image is a telling of park visitors…unseen

submitted in response to Paula’s Thursday Color Challenge: park
simply for all this,
as if there were nothing else,
heavy wet spring frost
~Issa*

100 days…26th day
*cited:
The Spring of My Life
Trans: S Hamill
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