tickling our faces kisses and a stem of grass perfumed with meadow Kim M. Russell, 6th December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1561 Yellowstone National Park … meadow. Today, in our haiku journey along the Pan American highway, we have an image to inspire us, which was taken in Yellowstone National Park and it […]
how blue is the lake full of sparkling stars and snow deepest amazement Kim M. Russell, 6th December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1560 Crater Lake National Park Oregon … Today we are making our first stop in America, at the Crater Lake National Park. Chèvrefeuille tells us that Native Americans witnessed the formation […]
in passing showers trees shiver cherry blossom pink-petalled hoorahs Kim M. Russell, 5th December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1559 Vancouver … renowned for the Cherry Blossoms In the next stage of our journey along the Pan American Highway, we are stopping in Vancouver for the Cherry Blossom Festival.
flanked by flaming leaves following a grey highway stones and bones await in formations of strata where dinosaurs once foraged Kim M. Russell, 3rd December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1558 Alberta (Canada) … imagination without limits In the second episode of our journey from the north of Northern America (Canada) to the south […]
leaving weighs heavy in a heart that longs to fly the spreading of wings Kim M. Russell, 3rd December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1557 Departure … In the first regular episode of December 2018 we are setting off on a journey again, this time along the Pan American Highway, which goes from Canada […]
November shivers oaks no longer cling to rust frost is in the air Kim M. Russell, 30th November 2018] My response to Carpe Diem #1556 fleeting autumn (yuku aki) In the final episode of November 2018, in which we have been celebrating the beauty of autumn, we have a classical kigo, ‘fleeting autumn’ (yuku aki), […]
mushrooms not yet that many days of autumn dew a forest of ashen moons sprouting from the earthy mulch pine mushroom with its ragged top it’s like a pine tree snowy spores a prediction early sprinkling of winter glistening dew not spilling from bush clover still it sways the watery weight of dawn in a […]