Strength – Penumbra Haiku

Happy New Year’s Eve 2022 俳句

🎇 Happy New Year’s Eve! 🎆
SO GLAD TO LEAVE 2021
and to WELCOME 2022 !!!!
A Healthy & Happy New Year
to everyone!!!

“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety. Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in. Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day’; begin it well and serenely,
with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Collected Poems and Translations

“And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands; and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it has to bestow upon those who demand of it necessary, serious, and great things.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.
― Roald Dahl, The Minpins
🌹 Be kind 🎆 Be safe 🎇 Be Mindful 🌹
❤️ Everyone ❤️

Remembrance

silenced brave heartbeats
fallen hearts echo within
evermore thankful

Remembrance Day red
lest we forget fallen hearts
silent gratitude

fateful quietude
our shared moment of silence
always remember

forever grateful
never forget our fallen
everlasting thanks

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In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.