Awaiting Renewal

Because the harsh days of winter invariably lead to rebirth, I am thankful for short days and cold nights. This scratchy wool that punishes my skin somehow prepares my body to receive the healing touch of silk and satin that is the warmth of spring.  A celebration, this joy in knowing that each self-inflicted hibernation prepares an invocation of renewal.

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The Narrow Road (Farewell) – Haibun

Today is the last time I will sign my posts 2015.  So many many things happened in this passing year;  wonderful beautiful moments woven together with terribly tragic moments creates in me sensations of starkness, like some fantastic loudly painted mural that perhaps only Picasso might have created.  I will remember it as a year of rapid and impetuous change and as the year I published my first book of waka.  I will remember it as the year I made many wonderful friends and felt the warmth of a loving family both real and virtual.  I will remember the desolation of death that visited twice in a few short months.

A Ripe Strawberry – Haibun

Walking along the blossoming fields in a spring dawn, enjoying the singing forests of the masts in the port in summer, a carpet of coloured leaves on green in autumn and the stark beauty of sleeping trees and snow, which season is my favourite?