At park’s edge the fruit trees were thick with blossom, and they gleamed in the evening sunlight. Apple and pear, plum and cherry – the air was thick with perfume and life.
She lounged in the unmown grass among their roots – stretched in the shadows – catlike, indulgent – and watched the passersby. Joggers, children milling after soccer, elderly couples – and the occasional couple conspicuous in their desire to be invisible.
And – oh! – how powerful, this evening sunlight as it brought each figure into silhouette.
A woman paused – lingered – and cupped the blossoms of a low-lying branch in her hand. She had not noticed the first woman – lounging – but her smile was promising.
in the damp
the dance of light and shadow
Linked to Carpe Diem #721: Priest and Morning Glory. Here is today’s inspiration:
Visiting Futakamiyama Taima Temple, I saw a pine tree about a thousand years old spreading its branches over the garden. It was so large it could have covered up the cattle as Chuang Tzu said in his story. It was very fortunate and precious that the pine, under the protection of Buddha, had escaped the penalty of being cut down with an axe.
priest and morning glory
how many times reincarnated
under pine tree law
Chèvrefeuille also shared the following:
“Basho, while traveling through the country, met several great people and made new friends. He was also befriended with the innkeeper of Yamanaka Hot Springs. This innkeeper had a son, Toyo, to whom Basho was attracted. As Basho leaves the inn he writes this haiku especially for Toyo:”
yuno nagori kayoi wa hada no samukara n
tonight my skin
will miss the hot spring
it seems colder
It was good that Chèvrefeuille included this background on Basho – so that we see him as both *human* and *master*.