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.

Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: senryu ? Thanksgiving alone a turkey pot pie in the microwave ? by Chad Lee Robinson (USA)

Originally posted on Vento del giorno: ? Josef Sudek rainy nightfall tomorrow autumn again and again pioggia notturna domani nuovamente ancora autunno rain and wind words my  sole companion pioggia e vento parole la mia sola compagnia in pozze d’acqua la fissità del cielo — canto d’autunno in deep puddles the sky steadiness — autumn…

Originally posted on Ontheland: It takes courage to live, courage to die, to shed tears, to mourn. We talk of swords, fights, and battles but it is the language of the carp (koi) that captivates me. Like the willow, the carp knows how to follow the wind…and when necessary, has strength to swim upstream. In…