For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge.
spring waters
water springs
bird sings a song of rain and sun
such sweetness seeps
into bud and root
Gogyohka for spring waters
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For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge.
spring waters
water springs
bird sings a song of rain and sun
such sweetness seeps
into bud and root
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I love the sound of this–like rippling water.
Thank you. The sound of running water isn’t so noticeable now, we haven’t had proper rain for a while, but the thrushes are singing and their song is so repetitive! Lovely that they are putting in the work, but I can’t wait for the blackbirds to take over 🙂
Yes. I’m hearing more chirping now, and an almost-song from something this morning.
The thrushes are killing it here.
The robins seem to have multiplied around here, and they are very busy pecking in the ground–but not singing too much yet.
If I remember this correctly, your robins are closely related to our blackbirds, so maybe they start singing at the same time, when the weather gets warmer and they’ve stopped squabbling about property rights 🙂
Yes, I think some winter here, maybe not all because they suddenly seem to have multiplied, and they aren’t as territorial as European robins. I will see lots of robins on the grass together.
They must be more sociable than our blackbirds/thrushes/robins. Ours seem to be forever squabbling.
Ours yell at squirrels. 😉
They have some similarities then 🙂
Beautiful piece. So enthralling.
Thank you!
Lovely. I am so ready for spring.
Thank you. I am always ready for spring, from about the end of October.
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#Haiku Happenings #4: Jane Dougerty’s latest #gogyohka for my current #Haikai Challenge!
Thank you, Frank!
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You have captured the beauty of spring in you poem of spring sweetness seeping into buds…
Thank you Dwight. It will accelerate soon and be over before we know it.
yes and back to the heat!
Very probably!
I’m happy that the pleasure, the “sweetness,” of birdsong gets into the firm and flowering parts of trees and other plants. Nourishing like water of the springtime!
It’s all of a piece, which is why the idea of a ‘silent spring’ is so terrifying.
Really sounds like rippling water. Never thought its possible to do so, only by using appropriate words.
I’m pleased you thought so! The desired effect!
Thank you, Jane! Got it.
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