Unpleasant appointments loom in my calendar — though not always cushioned by pleasurable events, they are…this time. Nonetheless they continue to tap at the edge of my composure, vying for my anxious attention.
half moon
directly above
a fresh field of snow
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©️2019 Ontheland
Prompted by Frank Tassone’s November with Basho Day 6:
A little anxious, thinking of the Shirakawa Barrier, thinking on it day by day; but calmed my mind by remembering the old poem, “somehow sending word home.” I walked through heavy green summer forests. Many a poet inscribed a few words at one of the Three Barriers–“Autumn Winds” and “Red Maple Leaves” come to mind. Then, like fields of snow, innumerable white-flowered bushes, unohana, covered either side of the road…
Unohana
around my head
dressed for ancient rites [Sora]
(note: Sora was a poet and traveling companion of Basho during his travels through the North.)
Basho, Narrow Road to the Interior, translated by Sam Hamil, The Essential Basho, pg. 9
Wishing you well Janice 💜
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Thank you Xenia 🙂 … just routine but yucky medical stuff…dental appointments scar my calendar too but no more of those until next year.
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Fabulous 😎 😎
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Thank you 🙂 🌗
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Wonderful haiku Janice, the imagery is brilliant
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Thank you, Denis :))
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