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First breeze of autumn

 Little round dove, unwinding

In a warm bird bath

Leanne Ogasawara

Source: haiku-ing: A Little Round Dove – The Dewdrop World

Photo courtesy of axelle b from PublicDomainPhotos.net

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In the Japanese taxonomy of breezes, the perfumed winds () blow just before the south-easterly winds of the rainy season, which arrive later in the month. Known as plum rains ()—so heavy, the downpours are said to knock the ripening plums right off their branches. When that happens, it is the yellow sparrow wind () that is blowing. The ancient calendar is filled with times when one thing is transformed into another. In this case, Chinese legend has it that when this wind blows, the fish in the ocean turn into tiny sparrows. . . .

Source: The Perfumed Winds of May – River Teeth Journal

drawing of Donna Fleischer, poet, by Bob Arnold, poet, editor, publisher, and carpenter

Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: POETS WHO SLEEP #44 ~

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“But it is good to have Death find us doing what we love to do, isn’t it?”

– Don Yorty

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Don Yorty is the author of A Few Swimmers Appear, Poet Laundromat, Spring Sonnets, and What Night Forgets; his blog, an archive of current art, his own writing, and work of other poets, can be found at: donyorty.com.

Source: Remembering Lewis Warsh, a Planter of Poets

Like clockwork, every year around the spring equinox, the ducks and egrets would return to the river in Tochigi. And sprigs of green grass would start sprouting in our lawn. This was when people started taking to the hills to pick mountain vegetables, herbs, and other wild foods. My son loved looking for ferns and fiddleheads. In Japan, this meant warabi (bracken fern), zenmai (osmund or cinnamon fern) and kogomi (ostrich fern). We enjoyed going “baby fern hunting.” The delicacies could be found along a trail a bike-ride away from our house. Like little coiled springs, the fiddleheads seemed waiting for just the right moment to unfurl. . . . .

Source: A Walk on the Wild Side | 3 Quarks Daily %