It has been two weeks since our return from Kyoto - the misty forested hills are far away, so are the red Toris at shrines, extravagant traditional festival days , the still silence of hidden Zen temples, and most of all, the rapidly flowing Kamo river, the life line through this imperial city.
I now sit, looking at moods, on paper, that I tried to capture every morning there. And I recall the precious moments. I share these with you -my attempts at haiku in Kyoto.
Shinryoo aki no koe ( new coolness, autumn rains)
forests wrapped in wreaths of mists
pine and cedar fragrance 16/10/17
Wondering, I lie
what is profound and profane
in hinoki tub 17/10/17
grey skies, ginkgo gold,
Kamo tranquil, transparent,
nature of my mind 18/10/17
green drips off from trees,
revealing crimson and gold
kindled forest flames
cold winds, constant rains
birds sing; grass, trees sway and dance.
End in sight, Will I??
Tall, frail pampas grass
white feathery stalks of silk
wind gusts, flowers fly! 19/10/17
Solitary walk; deep forests, narrow winding path; cicadas chorus
Already past noon,
wrapped in his arms, New Year Day
stringing new Haikus. 20/10/17
Cold clouds loom too low
trees blush in their ripened age
vagaries of heart.
Fires burn at all age
Ginko adorns herself in Gold,
Winters touch, she sheds 21/10/17
cold day, flat grey sky
rain sounds, puddles on ground,
warm in bed, I watch. 22/10/17
Raging typhoon all night,
clear silent dawn, calm, bright,
rain drops, diamond sparks 23/10/17
Kamo overflows
teal-jade; pink-red hints on trees
Grey stork in Zazen 24/10/17
I now sit, looking at moods, on paper, that I tried to capture every morning there. And I recall the precious moments. I share these with you -my attempts at haiku in Kyoto.
Shinryoo aki no koe ( new coolness, autumn rains)
forests wrapped in wreaths of mists
pine and cedar fragrance 16/10/17
Wondering, I lie
what is profound and profane
in hinoki tub 17/10/17
grey skies, ginkgo gold,
Kamo tranquil, transparent,
nature of my mind 18/10/17
green drips off from trees,
revealing crimson and gold
kindled forest flames
cold winds, constant rains
birds sing; grass, trees sway and dance.
End in sight, Will I??
Tall, frail pampas grass
white feathery stalks of silk
wind gusts, flowers fly! 19/10/17
Solitary walk; deep forests, narrow winding path; cicadas chorus
Already past noon,
wrapped in his arms, New Year Day
stringing new Haikus. 20/10/17
Cold clouds loom too low
trees blush in their ripened age
vagaries of heart.
Fires burn at all age
Ginko adorns herself in Gold,
Winters touch, she sheds 21/10/17
cold day, flat grey sky
rain sounds, puddles on ground,
warm in bed, I watch. 22/10/17
Raging typhoon all night,
clear silent dawn, calm, bright,
rain drops, diamond sparks 23/10/17
Kamo overflows
teal-jade; pink-red hints on trees
Grey stork in Zazen 24/10/17
