solitude–
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
Basho
Can you hear it?
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Beautiful and Peaceful
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Thanks, Emil. Snow actually makes me a little crazy, so I was trying to reach some peace!
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Nice combination of words and image …. reflective of my morning as I woke to the, seemingly, never ending sound of Wyoming wind.
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Just those two words — Wyoming wind — are incredibly evocative, Brenda!
I can hear it —
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Thanks for the reprint!
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I hear it! And it is beautiful.
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Glad you do too, Jen!
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Waking to the snowy beauty was a delight this morning. Wish it was colder so it would stay as snow! – Claudia
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Come on over the mountain, Claudia. I don’t think it’s going anywhere away from here for a while!
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Like a fine piece
Of porcelain,
A good haiku
Has a ring to it
That remains
Even when the mind
Has turned to other things.
A purity,
An emptiness,
A white translucence
Of awareness.
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What a beautiful poem, Simon.
Itself like a fine piece of porcelain. Thank you.
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Of course I hear it 🙂
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🙂
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Snow – something I almost never see – is still something of a luxury for me. (How naïf is that?)
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A naiveté to be cherished!
Things — especially snow — get old too fast.
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Yes! I can hear it! Nothing like the pristine, newly fallen snow! It’s so pure..
Here … it comes and goes away again.
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I’ll say one thing for it — however jaded I get — that first hush of newly-fallen snow is wondrous, every time.
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Yes, I can. Does Basho mean Matsuo Basho 松尾芭蕉 ? He is a famous poet
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Yes, cocomino, it is THAT Basho. He is famous in the West also, among haiku and poetry lovers.
When I was with my Japanese friend in Mie (where her family live) we went to Iga, to Ueno Park, and saw the house celebrating the town he was born in. (And we saw the Ninja House, which your daughters will enjoy one day!)
My VERY favorite Basho haiku is
Kono Michi Ya
Iku Hito Nashi Ni
Aki no Kure —
which I have tried and tried to translate into English, but never to my satisfaction. Sometimes things just don’t translate, I think.
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What a wonderful photo! And golly, your snow looks awfully deep. Since you’re not fond of it, I’m sending you WARM wishes from a very sunny Cape Town :)))
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WARM wishes much appreciated, Karen.
Lucky you, in warm and sunny Cape Town — but your wishes did bring us a SUNNY day today, so keep it up, please! Maybe the warm will eventually make it.
😉
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Lovely! Even if your appreciation comes in small doses like this one, it is well worth noting as you did here.
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🙂
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Beautiful words and photo! It reminds me of a Japanese painting
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Your comment delights me! Thank you.
To me it’s nature writing Japanese calligraphy in the snow —
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This morning I could hear the whirring of Pigeon wings and the tapping on the window… but I fed the Budgies first 🙂 Then I fed our friends outside.
That is a wonderful piece of poetry though…
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I don’t always “get” haiku, but this one really spoke (whispered?) to me~
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Thank you. I have always loved the Haiku of Basho. What a Master!
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Yes, he is. Do you have a favorite?
Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting, Sue.
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Oh yes I can! And I love the stark beauty of the image and the Haiku 🙂
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I’m happy you do!
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YES! I can…..!
xxxkarin
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I love the snow…. translucent purity .
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This is your season then!
Your visit and comment is much appreciated.
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my pleasure
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