Written for 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 31, 4/23/24, Part I, Grain Rain (April 19 – May 4) Koku 穀雨 APRIL 23, 2024 TANKATUESDAY CHALLENGES Grain Rain (April 19 – May…
Day Eight on APRIL 8, 2024 Well, we’ve officially passed the one-week mark! We hope your inspiration is holding up. But if you findit flagging, our daily optional prompts might just…
Emily Dickinson 1830–1886 Dear March—Come in—How glad I am—I hoped for you before—Put down your Hat—You must have walked—How out of Breath you are—Dear March, how are you, and the…
swaggering in properregalia arrives Springrousing us to atime of enliveningthe kaleidoscopeof hues beguilingwhere only yesterdaysnow lay slumberingnow crocuses fromhilltops cascadingthe colors seeping inlike full moons explodingreadying one and all,and fecundity…
no blooms here yet--unless you count my big smileanticipating © selma
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug,…
This post is written for Colleen's Syllabic Challenge: This week marks the start ofthe Snow Becomes Rain season. It’s a time of transition and awakening as the firstsigns of spring…
Days of gorgeous spring-like skies suddenly got tangled up with winter clouds.(The signs were exciting for me and hubby). Before we knew it, Tokyo and thewider Kanto region was covered in…
Winter is a spent, tired old man, that has gone without sleep for a whole season. Then there come a vibrant, radiant Spring; she intoxicates the old man, sends him to sleep with a dream in his heart. And ever so slowly, the enfeebled season slips away peacefully. What we get after that is delicious fecundity of fertility and lush-- in other words, spring. Finally!
My form of choice today is Haibun. I hope you enjoy it. I declare World Peace-- scroll to the bottom to read why. I wish you miracles.
What a wonderful world this life is, though brief and transcendental-- Grand. Let's all zoom out, listen and look at ourselves from above — with open senses to the healing rhythm of the life that's exploding around us.