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Weeping Willow

Carpe Diem Time Glass #35 Weeping Willowboat-willowhttp://giverny-impression.com/photo-gallery/

weeping willow kisses
the Monet’s quiet  pond
stirring the lilies 

Basho’s First Celebrate

Carpe Diem #31 Baho’s First Celebrate 

mazu iwae ume o kokoro no fuyu-gomeri 

first celebrate
the flowers in your heart
confined in winter   © Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

cherish the memories
from the autumn of life
to reseed in spring

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awaken the bulb
from dormant slumber
with gentle hands

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know the delight
of spring petals
reblooming

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capture the joy
of a summer day
to warm the winter

Young Leaves

Carpe Diem Time Glass #28 Young Leaves

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Inspiration photo from our host at Carpe Diem

 

under the leaf litter
tender new leaves unfurl
stretching toward the sun

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water droplets pool
on tender garden leaves
reflecting the flowers

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water droplets bead
among tender new leaves
spider web revealed

Sunshine

Carpe Diem #27 Time Glass Sunshine

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golden rays shine
through the parting clouds
floodwaters recede

 

Entwined

Carpe Diem Time Glass #25  Entwined

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late summer
morning glories entwined
with shadows

Sound of Winter

Carpe Diem Time Glass #24

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water’s edge
sound of water
creeping

Bamboo

Carpe Diem Time Glass # 23 Bamboo

Adashino Nenbutsu-ji (化野念仏寺 Adashino Nenbutsuji?) is a Buddhist temple in UkyokuKyoto,Japan.

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Credit: wiki media

across the bamboo bridge
ten thousand candles lit
for the souls of the dead

First Kiss

Carpe Diem Time Glass # 22 First Kiss

their first kiss
his cheeks turn crimson
like her lips

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that first kiss
upon the newborn’s brow
heavenly

a frog jumps in

 Carpe Diem Time glass # 20 a frog jumps in  Haibun in 75 words.

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Photo by Dave Campbell via flicker

In the state parks, I played with my siblings on summer vacations, We had no waterlilies, but plenty of creeks and ponds.. We entered critter races with other children. One  year a raccoon ate our grits and the bathrooms were flooded with frogs.

in a cold pond
fat tadpole swims
between my fingers

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splatting sound
of green tree frogs
in a wet bathhouse

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in the shower house
my sister’s screams
frog on her head

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