Saturday, November 28, 2015

Saturday, November 14, 2015


                                                   damp infested wood
                                                   growing in the garden shed
                                                   two types of mushrooms

                                                   autumn garden
                                                   gathering this and that
                                                   for a last display

                                                   mist and fog
                                                   the smeill of November

Under the Basho, 2014
Frog Pond, summer 2014
Bottle Rockets, 8/2014

Saturday, November 7, 2015



Next to my wedding photo is one of my mother’s on her wedding day.  The pictures were taken 30 years apart.  Comparing my face as it is now and as it was then, I see the same bone structure, thick eyebrows, a small indentation in my chin.  My now face has wrinkles around the mouth.  My hair is white and my neck is crinkly.  When I compare the two me’s it is always with a surprised feeling of time, not just time flying, but never coming back.  Looking at my mother’s picture is less startling.  I don’t think of her appearance when she died.  I see her photo every day when she was young.  I imagine knowing her then.  Dark eyes and hair, smooth olive toned skin, a delicate nose and a mouth showing the tender beginnings of a smile.  A beauty in a Juliet cap and ivory velvet gown, the smooth fit showing well her slim figure.

                                                     before the midnight bong
                                                         her face in shadow

Modern Haibun and Tanka Prose, June 2009