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Haiku Tuesday: The Morning Glory!

Summer Morning by Mihaela Limberea

Ah! the morning glory!

’Tis not my friend, either.

by Basho

Translation by Asataro Miyamori

There Is A Harmony In Autumn

There is harmony in autumn, and a luster in the sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Throwback Thursday: Sydney

Sydney by Mihaela Limberea

To think this was my view from my daily commute train a few years ago! Gah, I miss Sydney soooo much; it’s like a part of me is missing, left behind there. Hence I left my heart in Sydney blues post.

I’m yet to find one single person that’s been in Sydney and didn’t like it. As soon as you find out that someone’s been in Australia, you’ve got yourself a new friend.

Haiku Tuesday: Worshipping at the Great Ise Shrines

Flowers & Woods by Mihaela Limberea

I cannot tell what the flowers it came from,

But an unnameable fragrance filled me.

by Basho

Translation by Asataro Miyamori

Delicious Autumn

Autumn by Mihaela Limberea

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

George Eliot

Now Autumn’s Fire Burns Slowly

Autumn by Mihaela Limberea

Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

William Allingham

Haiku Tuesday: Fallen Leaves

Fallen Leaves by Mihaela Limberea

In his absence the god’s garden

Is neglected, dead leaves piling.

by Basho

Translation by Asataro Miyamori

Autumn Is A Second Spring

Autumn Leaves by Mihaela Limberea

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Albert Camus

October Maple Tree

Autumn Leaves by Mihaela Limberea

In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.

John Burroughs

October Is The Fallen Leaf

Autumn Leaves by Mihaela Limberea

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.

Hal Borland

Haiku Tuesday: Nightingales


The nightingales are singing sweet

Behind willows, before the grove.

by Basho

Translation by Asataro Miyamori

All things on earth point home in old October


All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.

Thomas Wolfe

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