grandmother

My computer has been misbehaving lately, which is why I've been inactive for a while. It seems to be almost normal at the moment, so I'll seize the opportunity to post this, which was submitted to the Caribbean Kigo Kukai, May 2012

spring begins

my grandmother's first look

at my son

He was the 25th great grandchild she lived to see. This is obviously a memory-ku. He's 47 now.

quick

First, click on "Juliet" in the list of blogs to the left and the post headed "Hawthorne, cuckoo flowers and Ducklings!" That's the direct inspiration for this one, which you'll find (in a version that differs by one word) there among the comments.

Juliet's blog ("crafty green poet") is well worth a visit any time.

mallard ducklings

too quick for the camera

spring rushing by

morning sun

the morning sun

on grandmother's grave

first butterfly

le soleil du matin

sur la tombe de grand-maman

first butterfly

First published in a slightly different version at Tempslibre. Translation by Serge Tome.

Happy Mother's Day

May 14: Iris likes the translation as is. I'm embarrassed to admit a copying error. The translation should read

le soleil du matin

sur la tombe de grand-maman

un premier papillon

secrets . . .

secrets . . .

the moonlight

in her voice

First published in Frog Pond

hi

It's been an incredibly busy month, mostly for good reasons, which is why I've been out of touch since April 3. In the interim, this took first place in the First International Kukai for April 2012

park bench . . .

sparrow after sparrow

the long day passes