Renga with Jane

morning downpour
raised to new heights
afternoon clouds

admiring new signs
of life and blossoms

desert sounds
out of the sun’s way
clouds moving

jaunt in open car
creating our own breeze

beach tent billows
in the summer blue
white clouds

tumbling out we race
into the foaming surf

dancing lights
clouds sprinkle the sun
across water

we wander the shore
searching for new diversion

clouds
colored by open wall
a driftwood lair

exploring the catch
we drag our treasures homeward

curving with the land
a rainbow of clouds
moves out to seaa

evening settles upon us
with a cool shower

Haiku © Jane Reichhold (1937-2016) two-lined strofes by Adas\’s Poetry Alcove

Renga – Beach Diamonds

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #114 Renga With … beach diamonds

beach diamonds
a new day crystallized
in sunny surf foam               © Jane Reichhold

birds darting out of waves length
shadows bounding alongside

flute melodies
across green ocean waves
spring meadows                                 © Jane Reichholdpoem

butterflies rise together
forming rainbow of color

cold spring breeze
makes the cherry blossom shiver
one heartbeat long               © Chèvrefeuille

girl reaches for lost balloon
I hold my breath, hoping

The wind from Mt. Fuji
I put it on the fan.
Here, a souvenir from Edo    © Basho (Tr. Ryu Yotsuya)

droning music of insects
creates sleepy afternoon

watch birth and death:
the lotus has already
opened its flower.                      © Soseki Natsume (Tr. Soiku Shigematsu)

new ducklings approach water
startled by splashing frogs

dervishes whirling
– seeking a higher consciousness
third eye opens                                      © Chèvrefeuille

blowing one more dandelion
into the amber sunset

A Red Sinking Sun

Carpe Diem #1532 Richard Wright’s “A Red Sinking Autumn Sun”

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

Bush Clover and the Moon

Renga With Basho #6 bush clover and the moon

cedar umbrellas, off
to Mount Yoshimo for
the cherry blossoms

young girls giggle
blushing with spring

the dragonfly
can’t quite land
on that blade of grass

life’s nuances
sometimes just out of reach

midfield,
attached to nothing,
the skylark singing

drinking in the cool air
refreshing my spirit

with every gust of wind,
the butterfly changes its place

on the willow
leaf mistaken for a satyrs
makes me laugh

staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping —
bush clover and the moon

slight breeze keeps the heat at bay
carries whispered voices

when the winter chrysanthemums go,
there’s nothing to write about
but radishes

it’s only spring
why lament the cold

Hokku (C) Matsuo Basho (Tr. Robert Hass)
Ageku (c) Dolores Fega