these hot summer days
continue…but how far away
those days called Long Ago
sweet peas
hot summer days
nature
thursday’s special: gold inside
not shrinking back
from the sunset…
wildflowers
~Issa*
the golden glow of sunset…inspired by Lost in Translation
*cited:
sl-week 4: weird hollidays
If I was on holiday…it would be a walking tour of Japan and one of the places on my list to visit is the Arashiyama Bamboo Grove in Kyoto. But, alas, I’m not on holiday…but one of the bike/walking pathways near my home offered a (somewhat) miniature bamboo grove….sorta weird, but beautiful.
inspired by Sylvain Landry (who reports in on holliday)
flower-bringer
Over the long road
the flower-bringer follows:
plentiful moonlight
~Kikaku*
*cited:
The Sound of Water
S Hamill
monochrome madness: 2:21
Far away,
In a cleft between the crags
To be alone,
Careless of others’ eyes,
Sunk in thought-if only…
~The Monk Saigyo*
Visit Leanne Coles’ Monochrome Madness gallery
*cited:
http://www.temcauley.staff.shef.ac.uk
In the depths of night…I dream
How peaceful is
Every single dawn;
I gaze out, yet
Still in the depths of night
I dream…a grief, indeed.
~Princess Shokushi*
*cited:
black & white sunday
Of a mind to depart,
A bird his former nest
Will always find;
Accustomed to the blossoms
On this evening they are gone…
~The Monk Jakuren*
*cited:
sunflower
weekly photo challenge: close up
Ah, for blossoms
to bring gusts of wind
to my summer garden.
~Sogi*
sweet peas
Inspired by Brie’s photo challenge:Close Up
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
S Carter
blossoms in profusion
‘This all the same-
Blossoms in profusion
Everywhere;
And on every mountain’s edge
White clouds hang.
~The Monk En’i*
*cited:
Monochrome Madness: 2-20
Alongside the path
Fresh water flows, and
In the willow’s shade
Just for a little while
Would I take my ease…
~The Monk Saigyo*
petals
You are invited to tour Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness Galley
cited:
http://www.temcauley.staff.shef.ac.uk
every single trace has gone
But rarely
Did he visit-now
‘Tis all in the past, and
Since then in the garden
Every single trace has gone.
~Monk-Prince Shukaku*
iris
*cited:
a meditative journey 
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