the ochre of rockface
warms the river
May i indulge in a little free association, to dream aloud and see where this takes us ~ carried along on a slow autumn day, reflecting as a languid river inclines one to do, immersed in the gentle thought of idleness, stirred into eddies and ripples, enriched by the reds, browns and yellows of leaf fall, the season of death and decay, the cycle of seasons renewed . . . the play of light in tannin stained water, adrift in the slow time of river and stone, warmed by the colours of ochre ~ warming the spirit too . . .
4th Yamadera Basho Memorial Museum Haiku Contest: anthology 2012
Selection & comments by Simon Hanson