First Day of Spring

First Day of Spring

Carpe Diem #1605 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (9) first day of spring


First day of spring–
I keep thinking about
the end of autumn.                  © Matsuo Basho (Tr Robert Hass)

leaves painting the sky line
with a garden of color

Cherry Blossom

Cherry Blossom

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #71 Crossroads Hineri … cherry blossom

standing naked
in awe of the first cherry blossom
dancing in the garden

on winter’s edge
the first Cherry blossom blooms
rain falls softly

© Chèvrefeuille


Wood Natural Sky Cloud Twigs Landscape Park

rain dances gently
along the naked branches
the first Cherry blossoms

rain dances gently
garden drawing a deep drink
staring spring bulbs

along the naked branches
water droplets cling radiant
reflecting spring buds

the first Cherry blossoms
parade along winter’s edge
ladies blushing




Carpe Diem #1594 Cliffs … Renga With Jane Reichhold

Credit – National Park Service

giant waves
sea cliff rocks
summer sea secure

beach scattered with shells
painted by the sunrise

high tide
brings storm waves
to cliff dwellers

hunkering under the overhang
eating roasted pine nuts

after the storm
sandstone cliffs relax pebbles
into the beach

gathering adobe
repairing  structural damage

sea spray
the cliff laced
by crystal

gleaming in first light
shadows dance with glee

frozen cliffs
swept by lighthouse beams
soft in the dark

wind echoing sound of past
in long abandoned  dwellings

high tossed mists
warmed in morning sun
above winter cliffs

beauty not lost
with the passage of time      


© Jane Reichhold

Spots of Blue

Spots of Blue

Carpe Diem #1584 Winter Renga With Jane Reichhold — spots of blue

Six modern kigo: air, dawn, moon, stars, first light and sunset.
Haiku to work with written by Jane Reichhold.

winter dawn
sounds of blowing snow
sleeping birds

silence of the night broken
with rays of morning sunlight

spots of blue
varying the light to fit
tracks in the snow

ocean waves foam and froth
crashing against the shore

frost sharp air
cut into pieces by sunshine
sparkling on snow 

dune grasses weighted down
feathery tips encased in ice

ocean sunset
staying by the window
’till the color sinks

moisture in the air forming
frosty feathers on the pane

cold winds
rounding snow-capped peaks
a full moon 

silence broken by thumping
your entrance flooded with cold

before one star
beams from the lighthouse
search the sky 

fresh flakes descend in silence
together watching the dance