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

A Red Sinking Sun

A Red Sinking Sun

Carpe Diem #1532 Richard Wright’s “A Red Sinking Autumn Sun”birds-dawn-dusk-70577.jpg

Make up you mind, Snail!
You are half inside your house,
And halfway out!
You are blocking my doorstep;
I am ready to leave.

Keep straight down this block,
Then turn right where you will find
A peach tree blooming.
This is where you’ll find me,
a picnic waiting.

One magnolia
Landed upon another
In the dew-wet grass.
One petal kisses your check.
I brush your hair from your face.

I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.
Left in silence and darkness
To find my way home without stars

All right, You Sparrows;
The sun has set and you can now
Stop your chattering!
My tea has long since grown cold,
The weather ha caught a chill.

You moths must leave now;
I am turning out the light
And going to sleep.
I still hear your beating wings
And an annoying cricket.

© Richard Wright

Summer Nights

Summer Nights

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #53 Renga With Basho #10 “summer’s night”

summer’s night
the tree spirit follows in
the sound of wooden shoes 

moonlight travels across the pond
softly kissing the ripples

a bamboo shoot
when I was a child it was
fun to sketch 

words mingling with ink
with time journal growing fat

rice paddy sparrows
shelter in the tea plants
when chased away

hiding briefly like my muse
only coaxed with silent wait

clapping my hands
the echo as it dawns
of a summer moon

brightness of the distant stars
becoming a bold chorus

day after day
barley ripens
a singing skylark

lying in the tall grass
lazily watching the clouds

begonia flowers
blooming in the colors
of a watermelon

caressed with summers warmth
hard to capture on my page


© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold, taken from “Basho, the complete haiku”)

Last Curtain

Last Curtain

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #52 Tagore’s “Last Curtain”

the end of my days
consumed by earthly treasures
truth found to late
hours speed by, silence falls
the sun and moon still rise


Last Curtain

I know that the day will come 
when my sight of this earth shall be lost, 
and life will take its leave in silence, 
drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

Yet stars will watch at night, 
and morning rise as before, 
and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.

When I think of this end of my moments, 
the barrier of the moments breaks 
and I see by the light of death 
thy world with its careless treasures. 
Rare is its lowliest seat, 
rare is its meanest of lives.

Things that I longed for in vain 
and things that I got 
—let them pass. 
Let me but truly possess 
the things that I ever spurned 
and overlooked.

© Rabindranath Tagore

An Apple, Alone

An Apple, Alone

(I am attempting to write this with my limited high school French from 40 years ago – any of you who speak French feel free to correct me.)

Une pomme, seul
dans le verger abandonné
rougissent pour l’hiver            Patrick Blanche

souffle un vent froid à travers champs
gelée plumes des “guili” à nos

One apple, alone
in the abandoned orchard
reddens for winter                  Patrick Blanche (Tr. Michael R. Burch)

cold winds blow across the fields
frost feathers tickle the leaves

Winds Howl in Rage

Winds Howl in Rage

Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (2) winds howl in rage

over the wintry forest
winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow           ©️ Natsume Soseki

vulture perches
on a ancient oak




over the wintry forest
winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow           ©️ Natsume Soseki

a pinecone plumets
squirrel chatters overhead


over the wintry forest
winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow           ©️ Natsume Soseki

one over the wintry forest
snowdrops dare to bloom