with every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow rusty orange wings dancing […]
Category: Renga
Such a Fragrance
blossoms at their peak the mountain the same as always at daybreak the sky ribboned with pink clouds […]
Flower-like Snowflakes
sleep on a journey then you will understand my poem autumn winds alliterating whispers in their gathering of leaves into the sea throwing my sandals rain on my hat splashing salt and freshwater embrace with a breezy kiss mid-harvest a crane on the rice paddy in a village in autumn a wisp of grey happiness […]
Ancient Warrior Ghosts
ancient warrior ghosts mists over the foreign highlands – waiting for the full moon swords, spears and arrows bristling in the silver lunar light noble samurai spirits drifting on the breeze ever homeward bound sadness and despair hidden behind elaborate masks now the mask is off captured in a photograph warrior revealed fading into history […]
Shadows on a Sunny Porch
between boards shadows on a sunny porch a slender coolness © Jane Reichhold a cat finds its sleeping place among sunbeams and dust motes Kim M. Russell, 14th July 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge 2018 #1 shadows on a sunny porch (Jane Reichhold) Today we have a Tan Renga Challenge, the […]
Chrysanthemum Dew
how glorious young green leaves flash in the sun revealing new tenderness after glorious blossom a skylark sings the pheasant’s voice is the instrumental music following the dawn chorus a composition for two early summer rains falling so heavily they cover up the waterfall conjures rainbows and applause long after the thunderstorm passing through autumn […]
Logged Tree
logged tree see the larger cut end is a harvest moon pale rings of age radiate […]
Of Age and Cherry Trees
inside the temple visitors cannot know cherries are blooming their ephemeral flowers blushing like youthful geisha the old woman a cherry tree blooming in old age is something to remember branches laden with blossom trembling in a brisk spring breeze what a sprout a dewdrop seeps down the nodes of generations of bamboo youthful innocence […]
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