Month: September 2017

  • autumn medicine

    autumn medicine

    Originally posted on 日本文化の愛 Nipponbunka no ai: 秋たつや 素湯香しき 施薬院 Aki tatsu ya     Sayu koubashiki     Seyaku-in ? Autumn has come. The plain hot water is fragrant. The Seyaku-in. -Yosa Buson ? ?

  • The Latest from Troutswirl The Haiku Foundation – #haiku

    #Haiku Happenings #6: highlights from THF’s blog, Troutswirl: Source: The Haiku Foundation –

  • Voleur

    Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Opportunist waits Poised and ready to take flight Mission accomplished The banquet is prepared. The flutter of wings heralds the arrival of my black-garbed guests. Sparrows pick at fallen crumbs, but the lion’s share will go to the jackdaws. They are fascinating to watch…crafty, stealthy, pouncing and departing…

  • Today’s Haiku (September 7, 2017)

    Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 蝗追ふ女体ふはりと川越える  鈴木石夫 inago ou jotai fuwarito kawa koeru chasing locusts a woman’s body crosses the river softly                                                             Ishio Suzuki from “Haiku Dai-Saijiki” (“Comprehensive Haiku Saijiki”), Kadokawa Shoten, Tokyo, 2006

  • Haiku Masters

    Originally posted on Project words: Delighted to be among this week’s selection https://www3.nhk.or.jp/nhkworld/en/tv/haiku_masters/gallery201709.html?week=1 draughty platform your goodbye kisses blown away Rachel Sutcliffe / U

  • the sky wears a lined kimono

    the sky wears a lined kimono

    Originally posted on 日本文化の愛 Nipponbunka no ai: ? 長月の 空色袷 きたりけり  Nagatsuki no      Sora-iro awase     Kitari keri ? In September The sky wears A lined kimono. -Kobayashi Issa ? Art by Kawase Has

  • Daily Haiku: Sept. 7, 2017

    Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: a monk’s sandals– down the same stairwell, a soldier’s boots by Rick Black  (USA) ?

  • By the Waterfall: A #Throw-down Thursday (9/7/17) #haibun featuring my latest from @.ImageCurve

      We take our first hike of this season on the Pine Meadow trail. Soon, we diverge onto the yellow-marked trail at the first junction. The clouds of early morning break apart. The sun pierces every gap in the Maple and Douglas Fir canopy. We reach the waterfall, just past the rock scramble along the…