#troiku

Christmas bells pouring excitement into the air

[Jane Reichhold]

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Christmas bells Bethlehem calls out in vain lost in a blizzard of bullets

pouring excitement the freshness of red blood on snow Palestine's winter

into the air the tears of frustration —lost love in bravery

silent night snow falls softly on the graveyard the saviour is born

[Chèvrefeuille]

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silent night only the glow of a candle calls from a window

snow falls softly on the graveyard solitary crow tucks his wings against the fresh cold

Carpe Diem #1844 Returning Back To Normal (I Hope) cautious journeymeeting newest grandsonten months late  summertime journeyobscure paths exploredstill social distancing

Carpe Diem #1843 Troiku Challenge 1: Mist Clouds roaring down the beachat the height of winter wavesmist clouds © Jane Reichhold (1937-2016) roaring down the beachtufts of white foamflapping in the wind at the height of winter wavessurfers gearing up to catchwind fetch gracing coast mist cloudsramble the rock faceheightening the surge

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #117 the cold night

  spring snow purifies earth and heaven our enemies perish                        © Mizuhara Shûôshi

the cold night comes out of the stones all morning                                       © Jim Kacian

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spring morning wrapped in frosty haze crocus peek from snow

spring morning cold emanates from…

Carpe Diem #1804 New Beginnings … candlelight

Candlelight -Fusion-ku

  a new year rising from wild seas a few stars

filling the glass with candlelight champagne

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

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beyond wild seas champagne colored stars rising filling the new year

beyond wild seas searching for your vessel disquieted heart

champagne colored stars rising shinning upon the waves brin…

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #113 Troiku Hineri … at dawn  

yoake ni arau tsuyude watashino ashisaichoubi

at dawn I wash my feet with dew the longest day © Yozakura (1640-1716)

at dawn I spread my arms toward the sun start of summer

I wash my feet with dew grass clippings cling to my sole violets in hand

the longest day a butterfly chases its shadow across my path

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at dawn ribbons of…