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Ginko of the Falling Leaves

Posted in Autumn, Event report with tags on December 6, 2010 by Tito

 

 

This composition stroll, originally organized by Keiko and Stephen to welcome Boston Haiku Society’s Raffael de Gruttola, was held in Kyoto’s ‘Central Park’ – 京都御苑  Kyoto Gyoen, about the old Imperial Palace – on November 27. R’s tour hosts had other plans for him, though. Gerald brought his children, Taiji and Miya. After two hours of strolling through the autumn leaves, we ended up in the cafe-restaurant, Uenoyama, there sharing some of our haiku of the day, … of which a sample:

autumn sun…
a cat curls up
into one of the stone lanterns
(Gerald Staggers)

haiku poet
motionless:
shimmering colored leaves
(Akira Kibi)

the wood thick
with colored leaves…
from sister’s seeking
brother hides well
(Keiko Yurugi)

Taught about
“Relax Bear”
Under a burning maple
(Tito)

through a stone archway
to collect holy water
for my aged mum –
falling leaves
(Mari Kawaguchi)

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treading on fallen leaves…
his name repeated,
“the poet, Raffael”
(Keiko)

. φ . ζ . φ . ζ . φ . ζ . φ . ζ . φ . ζ . φ .

10th-anniversary Annual Autumn Haike

Posted in Autumn, Event report, Haiku with tags , , on November 6, 2010 by Richard Donovan

near Kukai’s spring

a wild boar in the darkness –

eve of pilgrimage

(Kim)

Kukai’s spring is on the north side of Daikakuji Temple in Kitasaga, 100m from where Stephen used to live. The Hailstone Autumn Haike 2010 was to be at Koyasan, the site of one of Japan’s greatest monasteries, which Saint Kukai had founded in the mountains of Wakayama almost twelve hundred years ago. And so, on the way back from a haiku workshop and meditation for Hailstone in central Kyoto the previous evening,  Stephen took his guest from England, Kim Richardson, to the spring. (They later told us that they had done their first haiku hike together along the Pilgrims’ Way in southern England in 1979!)

First Day, October 15

The following morning, Kim and Stephen made their way across Kansai to Kii-Hosokawa station to walk the last part of the old Choishimichi 町石道 trail up to Koyasan.

…. pilgrim path

…. the man coming the other way

…. has cleared the spiders’ webs

…. (Kim)

That old chestnut

In a grove of conifers –

How it takes the breeze!

(Tito)

…. A Koya bee

…. On a Koya thistle

…. On a Koya road.

…. (Tito)

That evening, the two were joined in Koyasan by Hailstones, Richard Donovan and Ursula Maierl. We ate shōjin-ryōri at Eko-in Temple, where, after haiku-sharing and, in Ursula’s case, a lantern-lit ramble through the medieval cemetery, we bedded down for the night.

kohl-pencilled moon

over Eko-in temple –

seeking erasure

(Richard)

…. the incense-lady rests

…. a Buddha-engraved stone

…. on the 10,000 yen note

…. (Ursula)

Second Day, October 16

Friendly young monks came to collect us for the 6:30 am Shingon service in the main temple hall of Eko-in, followed by the 7:00 fire ceremony in another hall. The many foreign visitors huddled, hushed amid the clashing of cymbals, banging of drums, intoning of sutras, and latter tossing of votive wood into the rising flames.

mudra-making monk’s

precise, polite

fire

flares into passion

(Ursula)

After a simple vegan breakfast we made our way through Okunoin 奥之院 Temple’s vast cemetery towards Kukai’s Mausoleum, a helpful local directing us back to Basho’s haiku monument along the way.

…. this moss-encircled stump –

…. bibbed Jizo-sama

…. nestle,

…. cradled within

…. (Ursula)

At Gobyōbashi 御廟橋 Bridge, we parted ways, Ursula and Kim contemplating the holy waters, while Stephen and Richard visited the mausoleum and then attempted to walk part of the encircling pilgrimage trails, with their tantalising glimpses of neighbouring wooded peaks and incipient autumnal tints.

…. in the sacred river

…. stepping stones

…. and the names of the unborn

…. (Kim)

Many the paths,

Few the signs

To Mount Mani:

Crows confused.

(Tito)

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We regrouped at a Tibetan vegetarian restaurant for lunch, then toured Kongōbuji 金剛峯寺, the head temple of the Shingon sect. Soon it was time for us to descend Koyasan and make our circuitous journeys home – in Kim’s case, a next-day flight back to England.

Although the first Autumn Haike was not held until 2002, Stephen and Richard were among those who walked the very first Haiku Hike in spring 2000, coincidentally also in Wakayama, along the Nakahechi portion of the Kumanokodō 熊野古道 pilgrimage trail, so it was a privilege for us to celebrate Hailstone’s 10th anniversary in Koyasan. Where will the next Autumn Haike take us?

…. the sesame tofu

…. quivering on chopstick-tips:

…. i n d e c i s i o n

…. (Richard)

from the Icebox inbox – 16

Posted in Autumn, Haiku, No/All season, Submissions with tags , on October 22, 2010 by Hisashi Miyazaki

loosening the storm crowflight in the rain     (Stuart Quine)

in the window
Rodin’s “Thinker”
and the far-off hills  (Ken Jones)

Under the bushes
A sleek slim grey bird …
Is its nest nearby?        (Jane Wieman)

evening breeze
did you see?
the leaves are free         (Priyanka Bhowmick)

Town full of sea fret –
Dew-bespangled in the sun,
Beachy Down glistens.       (Kamome)

(sea fret = sea mist;  Beachy Down = the ‘shoulder’ of Beachy Head, tallest chalk sea-cliff on the south coast of England)

V to U
a parliament of rooks
shift their flight       (Alan Summers)

(parliament = group; rooks = white-billed member of the crow family)

August evening, Virginia

Posted in Haiku, Summer with tags on August 9, 2010 by Ellis

The fluttering knock

of birdsong.

Green cherries wet with rain.

Passing Spring

Posted in Haibun, Haiku, Spring with tags , on May 4, 2010 by Hisashi Miyazaki

thick voices

of the school ball game:

mud snail cries

There is a high school over the paddyfields,  not yet planted, the path to which I walk along everyday. I hear young baseball-players shout as paddy-snails cry softly under warm sun.

end of spring:

looking at us over the fence

a giraffe

Wistful

Posted in Haiku, Spring with tags , on April 29, 2010 by Tito

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Most of the things in life

Never happen -

Wild forget-me-not.

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New-leaf cherry-trees:

The perch cruise the pond

In twos.

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(Sagano, 29.4.10)

H & C

Posted in Haiqua, Winter with tags , on March 25, 2010 by Tito

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A hole in the wall

Thorns on acacia

Bric-a-brac

Thursday arrives.

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Not a chihuahua in sight

In Chihuahua town

Although we ask around -

Blanket of winter sun.

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These were composed, respectively in Hermosillo and Chihuahua, on a trip made to Northern Mexico in early February this year. For another haiku (with photo), see earlier posting ‘Mexequine’; and for a haibun about crossing back through Juarez into the US, please see ‘Longer Haibun’ page (via link at top right).

In Search of Himiko’s Palace

Posted in Haiku, Spring with tags , on February 28, 2010 by John Dougill

Tall white heron
Squawking in surprise…
The scent of spring

Ah, Yamatai…
Pure white plum blossom
On an ancient stump

XV

Posted in Haiku, Winter with tags , on February 10, 2010 by Gerald

the coming & going
of our neighbors
snow dust

XIV

Posted in Haiku, Winter with tags , on February 10, 2010 by Gerald

a lot of chatter
in the leafless treesー
snowmelt

A Winter Flurry

Posted in Haiku, Winter with tags , on February 10, 2010 by John Dougill

Tomorrow’s fancies…
Statuesque cormorants
In the swirling snow

Global Warning

Posted in Haiku, Spring with tags , on February 1, 2010 by John Dougill

All too soon:
In the deep dark woods
Blooming daffodils

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