Saturday Morning

And come the dawn,
how slow and easy the Sun-beams
Long legs of a great crab,
move through the sea of mist.

~ Takarai Kikaku (1661-1707), Haiku in Mad in Translation by Robin D. Gill


Photo: 6:06 am. 60° F. Low tide. Weed Ave Stamford, CT.

21 thoughts on “Saturday Morning”

    1. I quit. Could not do it this morning. I drove. Nothing left in the tank. Felt like that great king crab, crawling through the sea of mist.

      1. I think you were overcome by the raw and misty beauty…hope you got out of the car, found a place to set, took that gift of breath, exhaled and rejoiced…/// ps it is good & sometimes necessary to take a breather for a day or a few…

  1. And that shot is perfect with your quote.

    Here, the river rages.
    Swollen and dull brown.
    Spring runoff races down from the mountains.
    Flood watch races through my peace of mind.

  2. Gratefully, over millenniums the beauty of daybreak, dawns…day after day, marking a new beginning where life blossoms…the long ago, penned, beautiful words of Takarai Kikaku continue to hold pause, where impact Breath(s) takes root, grounding…

  3. From a favorite storybook character “Poinsettia” a little girl pig… ” Felicia Bond is both writer and illustrator of the book series… from the book “Poinsettia & Her Family” a line comes to mind I think it is the ending line…”and when the Sun finally rose, Poinsettia was there to see it!”

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