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
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
a butterfly flits
about the fishing pole line
spring breeze

Springtime rain!
Almost dark, and yet
today still lingers
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
In a world
of lies – why not blossoms
that don’t fall?
~Sogi*

*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
blossoms scatter
never knowing
our regrets
~Ouchi Masahiro*

*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
Morning haze
jewels of rain, falling
in a dream

100 days…32nd day
Lace: a very thin and light cloth made of patterns of holes…

image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s challenge: texture
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
Ah, the deep woods –
so quiet one can hear
blossoms fall
~Shinkei*

100 days…30th day
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
simply for all this
as if there was nothing else
early spring sunlight

100 days…29th day
Trailed with clouds
The layered memories
Of time forever gone
Stands between us now
In this spring dawn

100 days…28 days
sweet peas blooming –
seasons of time, echoing
“Mom’s favorite flower.”

100 days…27th day
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