Japan is famous for its springtime displays, and rightly so – the cherry and peach and plum trees errupt into a glorious riot of fluffy pink and white blossoms that rain down like heavenly snow.
But the Japanese autumn is not without its own charms. The ginko trees are my particular favourite, filling the landscape with a blaze of gold leaves. In fact, I love them so much that I penned the haiku that I’m sharing for this week’s Poetry Friday celebration.
And by the way, thank you all so much for helping me host last week’s roundup, it was lovely to “meet” everyone!
A ginko leaf cloak
Covers all the land in gold
Autumn’s parting gift
Have a golden weekend, friends, wherever in the world you are!
Thank you for introducing me to the ginkgo. Lovely image!
Thank you! They truly are lovely trees!
Ginkgos are my favorite tree!
Oh, what a gift!
Oh I love me a ginko tree–and your haiku is a delight. Isn’t it interesting how they drop all their leaves at once, carpeting the ground in gold?
I love this haiku & the photo matches perfectly! Buddha made me smile!
Oh! What a delightful little post. Your haiku is wondrous, and that joyful Buddah in his cloak of leaves is divine!
Lovely haiku Jane, I like the idea of a “leaf cloak!” And the character is perfect with the poem too, thanks. We have a beautiful ginkgo tree in my neighbors adjacent yard and have a lovely leafed carpet after the leaves all fall.
Japan is a photographer’s dream, there are always wonderful little scenes to capture around every corner!
Oh lovely haiku. And it brings back memories: there were a pair of gingko trees growing just outside the cafeteria in the courtyard of my college. Those leaves are glorious!
Aren’t they just magnificent?!
How lovely! Your last photo is my favorite. What good fortune you have to be able to visit Japan at this time of year. I imagine you wrapped in a golden cloak.
It’s truly one of the best times of the year – much of the same beauty as the spring, without all the crowds, and costs of traveling in tourist season! 🙂
That’s a lovely thought–autumn’s cloak of gold as a last gift! Now the challenge is poemifying the rain!
Sigh….isn’t that the truth!!