Week 37 Story Telling: Seasons (The weather is changing! Find inspiration in the seasons.)

Image submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
Week 37 Story Telling: Seasons (The weather is changing! Find inspiration in the seasons.)

Image submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.

Nikon D750 f/5.6 1//400s 300mm 640 ISO
When spring escapes
freed from being huddled in winter’s sleep,
the birds that had been stilled
burst into song.
The buds that had been hidden
burst into flower.
The mountains are so thickly forested
that we cannot reach the flowers
and the flowers are so tangled with vines
that we cannot pick them.
When the maple leaves turn scarlet
on the autumn hills,
it is easy to gather them
and enjoy them.
We sigh over the green leaves
but leave them as they are.
That is my only regret–
so I prefer the autumn hills.
~Princess Nukada – 7th Century (K Rexroth I Atsumi, The Burning Heart*)
*note: Princess Nukada lived in the later half of the 7th Century. She was the daughter of Prince Kagami, wife and the favorite of Emperor Temmu.
just today
I wish I had neighbors…
my new summer robe
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)


dandelion and prayer flags…entwined
Overwhelming
my memory –
blossoms at dusk
~Shokaku (S Carter, Haiku Before Haiku)

If I were the emperor
of a deserted island
it would be nice. ~Soseki

winter’s slumber
The autumn flowers
of my prayer bear
seeds of paradise
~Kin’ei

My gift to you…a Deer Park Dharmacast
https://soundcloud.com/deerparkdharmacast/2017-01-22-thay-phap-hai
The leaves of the bush clover rustle in the wind.
I, not a leaf,
watched you without a sound.
You may have thought I paid no attention.
~Kenrei Mon-in*

*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
K Rexroth & I Atsumi
The autumn wind is light,
The autumn moon is bright;
Fallen leaves gather but then disperse,
A cold crow roosts but again he stirs;
I think of you, and wonder when I’ll see you again?
At such an hour, on such a night, cruel is love’s pain?
~Li P0*

*cited:
Li Po and Tu Fu
A Cooper
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.
When I was so much younger than I am today, December was the month of anticipation. The movement of time from the beginning of winter break until Christmas crawled slower than a snail. Today, winter is the season of anticipation…winter advisories, wind chill, snow-covered sidewalks…and most importantly…the awakening of spring.

The fall of leaves
has left some autumn
on the upper branches

Going through the gate,
I am also a wanderer
this twilight in autumn.
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
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