Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 雨にさと匂ひ立つなり冬紅葉　　　前北かおる ame ni sato nioitatsu nari fuyu momiji             they start to smell             briefly in the rain             winter red maple leaves                                                             Kaoru Maekita from “Haiku Shiki” (“Haiku Four Seasons,” a monthly haiku magazine), December 2017 Issue, Tokyo Shiki Shuppan, Tokyo

Originally posted on rivrvlogr: This response to Carpe Diem #1784 soaking wet (Crossroads) is past the acceptance window, but here it is, anyway. The challenge is to use two  haiku by Santōka Taneda (in blue) to be used to create a “fusion” haiku, which then is to be the base to create a troiku. soaking…

Originally posted on Heed not Steve: rain falls his wipers wipe and wipe – rain falls —- © Steve Mitchell 2019

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: I look for light where there is none, taste the wind for a salt memory of the sea and touch the wild grasses for the fleeting presence of a hare ? wind blows full of damp grey ribbons of cloud streaks and shafts of steely grey rain-wet and dew-wet…

Originally posted on Rooted in Love: The fragrance of her skindiligently – I study it to learnthe meaning of spring

Originally posted on Ontheland: late November withered grass whispers summer on rain-melted fields yet autumn deepens there is no going back . . ©️2019 Ontheland Contemplating Frank Tassone’s Day 8 excerpt from Basho’s Narrow Road to the Interior, this tanka reflection came to mind.