Last day of the year

walking a country lane

to the end of it!

Jane Reichhold

On the last day of this year I'd like to thank you for your support, patience, and comments you left in this blog. I also want to wish you beautiful, happy and prosperous New Year 2012!!!!

Where are the rain - laden clouds bound
borne on the wintry wind?






Baishitsu

Leaving the light
trunks of tall trees
sink into roots




Jane Reichhold

Along this way
no travellers
dusk in autumn






Basho

Hurry into mist
hurry, hurry
a bird set free






Issa

If pressed to compare
this brief life,I might declare:
it's like a boat
that crosses this morning's harbor
leaving no mark on the world.




The Priest Mansei

The lake is slowly
lost in the mist...
evening falls






Issa

Low tide
left on the beach
autumn






Jane Reichhold

Ocean breezes
an awareness comes
in a thousand voices




Merril Gonzalez

Beyond me - but not what 
Chopin at times can seem
early autumn tints






James W. Hackett

Amber light
the time it takes 
a leaf to fall






Susan Constable

Mountain air -
breathing deep enough 
to remember




Susan Constable

Away from it all....
listening for something
to listen to






Susan Constable

Autumn
the ash and its golden shadow
one colour




Andrew Callister

Autumn leaves
along with sunset
a blaze of glory




Jane Reichhold

Evening sun
in that place tomorrow
I won't be




Jane Reichhold

By the setting sun
tanned yellow, orange, brown
they tremble from the cold


Mateusz Miśko

A wine read leaf
falling down in slow motion
the sun is setting






Mateusz Miśko

The lake sways
in the skin of shadows
just before the sundown






Geraldine Clinton Little

Completely enclosed
by green
the shining swap




Inahata Teiko

Bonfire night -
flames are playing with birch logs
I'm waiting for autumn.




J.G

Like shore reeds
the stillness 
of the heron's legs






Ce Rosenow

Blue sky
before me
beyond me




Colin Steward Jones

The hot dusty road;
a distant cicada 
fades in the haze




Nicholas A. Virgilio

Slowly butterfly
flaps its white wings.
I'm late again




Mateusz Misko

No need 
to find time.......
this place






Colin Steward Jones

All that's possible -
behind the mountains,
mountains of clouds.






Catherine J.S.Lee

Floating weeds

as blow the winds of the floating world - drifting and drifting.

Issa

Above heaven
big winds




Ryokan

The summer world
floating in the lake
on the waves




Basho

The voice of reeds
sounds like the autumn wind
from another mouth




Basho

Wind brushes
sundown clouds
across the sky






Evelyn Lang

Coming two hundred miles the distance under the clouds
to enjoy the coolness




Basho

Settling, white dew
does not discriminate
each drop its home.




Soin
(1604 - 1682)

Quite the contrary

to what I'd thought, passing clouds

are simply

the moon's entertainment,

its lovely decoration.

Saigyo

(1118 - 1190)

It's now. It's this moment of the year I usually wait for impatiently. Time to leave, to see something new, to hit the road. Will join you in the mid July dear friends. Have a great time!

Joo:)

A final drop of dew

or the first sparkling leaf - each illustrates this brief temporal world

in which all things pass through

Sojo Henjo

(816 - 819)

If pressed to compare
this brief life, I might declare:
It's like a boat
that crossed this morning's harbor,
leaving no mark on the world.


The Priest Mansei
(CA.730)

Jade green pool spring water's clear
the spirit of itself brings dark mysteries to light.
Meditate on emptiness: it's all the more quiet.




Han Shan
(8th century)

A mountain's a palace
for all things crystalline and pure:
there is no a speck of dust
on a single one of all these flowers


Kuan Hsiu
(833 - 912)

The birds have vanished from the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.

We sit together,the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.


Li Po
(701 - 761)

Coming two hundred miles

the distance under the clouds

to enjoy the coolness

Matsuo Basho

Rain coloured
by the light falling
into a flower




Jane Reichhold

This world of dew
is only the world of dew
and yet....and yet....




Issa

Standing before 
a wide field of flowers
one tulip




Jane Reichhol

Spring warmth
dandelions bloom
more suns




Jane Reichhold

Silence
the blossoms
dance




Jane Reichhold