A few poems for Mount Fuji and then a few for the mountains were I live.
sun kissed mountain
radiates a golden glow
awakening joy
~
mist lingers idly
water washing the mountain
softly morning dawns
plowed fields
at the foot of Mount Fuji
yielding rice
Mount fuji
a stable fixture in life
for Kashiwabara boatmen
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against the blue sky
the black mountains
call me home
~
red buds in spring
turn the grey mountains
purple
Ah ... I can really relate to the last one ... spring in Peeay ... or much of Appalachian US. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely ---
Thank you -- yes spring in Appalachia
Deleteand then.....a walk in the woods.
DeleteI love the word 'disgruntled' which you use in the haibun
Thanks! That;s exactly how the cardinal looked.
DeleteThese are beautiful and especially like the two last ones.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteThe rice and stable presemce have clever implications and add depth to the haiku, and I do like the ones about your mountains.The calling you home idea is so nice. I know what you mean about mountains.
ReplyDeleteThanks ! I wanted to capture something other than the mountain's beauty.
DeleteJust something in the background of everyday life for the fishermen. Wonder if the notice? Lovely haiku.
ReplyDeleteI think they must on occasion....like when giving thanks for a catch.
DeleteWhen the black mountains call you home, do your feet start moving?
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