a single leaf falls
then suddenly another,
stolen by the breeze
~Ransetsu

a single leaf falls
then suddenly another,
stolen by the breeze
~Ransetsu

when the wind blows
the under leaves of the oak
make whispering sounds
and where are they off to,
chatting as they go?
~Takayori

Canadian Geese
…
Every day my anxiety grew deeper,
until it enveloped me so thickly
that I could see nothing.
Alone in an illimitable desert
I wept hopelessly, as if in a nightmare in dawn
where the open mouth blue sky wept with me.
…
~Nakamura Chio*

my gift to you today…awakening seeds of calmness… right diligence
*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
K Rexroth & I Atsumi
There is a peaceful community
in a place of burned up hopes,
beside the tracks of dreams
that drifted away
on the edge of a village
where crowds pass by.
There, men gather in harmony
to gaze like sheep and fawns.
On all the beautiful flowers
a sun comes and goes
through the clouds in freedom.
~Mitsui Futabako*
*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
K Rexroth & I Atsumi
At this time last year my photography was put aside due to eye surgery. This was followed by the discontent that overwhelmed me during January’s freezing snow storms, unrelenting winds, and gray-toned skies. In April it was grief that eventually moved me to pick up my camera as a way to visually honor my mother’s life. Reviewing the images created in 2016 brings forth gratitude as photography motivates me to move outside of myself and to see the world anew. Thank each and everyone of you for being a part of my blog journey. May 2017 be defined by your continued awe-inspiring creative works.

Image submitted in response to Paula’s Thursday’s Special.

Beneath a tree,
autumn wind shows itself
in a single leaf ~Junkaku*

*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
S Carter
Releasing seeds to travel on autumn’s breeze…

offered in response to The Girl That Dreams Awake’s photo challenge: soft
Journey piled on journey
At a distance of a thousand years
Will you see?
From the pines of Sue,
To the living pine groves
~Izumi Skikibu

No trail to follow
where the teacher has wandered off —
the end of autumn
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
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