“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”
― Leo Buscaglia
Walking to work, I used to wish “Bonne Journée” to a stranger sitting outside his apartment building on a chair outside. This week he shouted out, “Bonne Journée, Madame!” and what a fine day that was for me!
(c) Clr,16
child hears them cheer budding like a flower sticking out his chest
Maybe it’s a little bit strange to have departing spring for prompt today, because on the Northern Hemisphere we are running towards autumn and on the Southern Hemisphere spring is almost starting, so departing spring?
Let me tell you why I came to this choice. As I heard of Jane’s passing away I was really sad. Jane a nice friend, my mentor and co-host had departed. Jane brought something new to my haiku as I got to know her. She brought beauty and simplicity into my haiku … she gave my haiku new life. New life is spring, but now … with the passing away of Jane … that new life starts to depart from my haiku. It feels like a lack of inspiration, a writer’s block … so departing spring is to me more than what it says … the ending of spring and the start of summer … Will I get my summer? Will I get my spring, my new life back?
I am still in mourning, not only for my dad, but also so for Jane … I will miss her as much as I miss my dad.
departing spring to remember the words I hum the tune
What a strong haiku. It gives words to what I am feeling. I read all of Jane Reichhold’s books again and again to stay in tune with her spirit … I have to remember her, we have to remember her here at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, the weblog which she finds the best on the Internet.
I feel proud, but humble, that Jane Reichhold was part (and still is) of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. Her spirit we will feel here as long as CDHK will exist … and for sure I will cherish her spirit in everything I do here at CDHK.
Daily Moments mysteries of night (Tanka) September 5 2016
I dreamed all night with such joy; my mother and I laughed, sharing umpteen stories. The scene was so bright with the glowing sun. Awakening at dawn, before the bright sun rose, felt so lost and morose.
[…] “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” […] Lewis Caroll
Mother Earth swaddles
with snowy coverlet,
barren branches
Tournesol dans un Jardin 