Let's look at how the ancient master's saw the crow:
kare eda ni
karasu no tomarikeri aki no kure
on a bare
branch
a crow has stopped
autumn dusk
a crow has stopped
autumn dusk
© Basho
ki ni naku wa yamome karasu ka ama [no] kawa
cawing in
the tree
are you a widow, crow?
Milky Way above
are you a widow, crow?
Milky Way above
© Issa
Now our modern haiku-poet Jane Rechhold (who's furnished this month's modern kigo)
a crow's wing tips
sweeps from the clouds
dark rain drops
and now, our host:
black on white
a flight of crows settles down
in an autumn field
© Chèvrefeuille
Autumn means crow season here in our valley. You might find a couple any time of the year, but in autumn they fly in from other areas ... and we hear them bright and early in the morning, especially at my house which is not far from the river.
at the bus stop
black crows filled the air
cacophony
black crows filled the air
cacophony
from the east
a flock of crows arrived
reaping the river
a flock of crows arrived
reaping the river
© G.s.k. '14
Love the set...nicely done... :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks very much Maniparna, glad you stopped by and enjoyed .. :-)
DeleteThanks glad you stopped by ... may I ask where "here" is ... I'm in northern Italy.
ReplyDeleteA love the two different realities...those crows are everywhere! well penned, cara! xx
ReplyDeleteThanks Oli ... I'm happy you enjoyed the post ... especially as I didn't feel particularly inspired by crows ... but that memory of waiting for a bus at dawn helped oodles.
DeleteReaping the river-- what an image!!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks :-D
DeleteAh.. yes you have captured the autumn aspect of the crow..
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn! :-)
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