Showing Gold [Haiku] Posted on August 9, 2024 by B Gourley Reply riverside tree: shows gold to the outside; its core, still green. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Painted Hills [Haiku] Posted on July 8, 2024 by B Gourley Reply after harvest, farmers burn off stalks: distant painted hills. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
“Raven at Dusk” by Matsuo Bashō [w/ Audio] Posted on July 7, 2024 by B Gourley Reply on a barren branch a raven has perched —- autumn dusk Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
“Autumn” by Amy Lowell [w/ Audio] Posted on July 3, 2024 by B Gourley 1 All day I have watched the purple vine leaves Fall into the water. And now in the moonlight they still fall, But each leaf is fringed with silver. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Spring Tricks [Haiku] Posted on June 12, 2024 by B Gourley Reply early Spring leaves, catching the morning light, look Autumn yellow. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Five Seasonal Poems of Miura Chora [w/ Audio] Posted on April 6, 2024 by B Gourley Reply NEW YEAR New Year's Day: the ancient voice of a nightingale. SPRING idyllic nights and quiet days: spring rains. SUMMER cold water, and a couple of rice cakes: it's summertime. AUTUMN morning glories are tousled by Autumn winds. WINTER lingering wind and snow fall upon me. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Spanish Moss [Haiku] Posted on March 24, 2024 by B Gourley Reply Spanish Moss drapes from the bare branches over the cool blue river. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Hornbill [Haiku] Posted on March 21, 2024 by B Gourley Reply perching hornbill: a plodding half-ton bovine doesn't merit attention. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Autumn Mind [Haiku] Posted on March 10, 2024 by B Gourley Reply paper lanterns in the Daoist temple turn my mind to Fall. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Four Seasonal Haiku of Ryōkan [w/ Audio] Posted on March 9, 2024 by B Gourley Reply Spring rainy days make the monk Ryōkan feel sad. Summer the moon in my window is all the thief left behind. Autumn an autumn wind chills the dangling persimmons, and my testicles. Winter little birds have gathered in the brushwood on a snowy morn. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...