Ruby H Rose

Some Translated Haiku from R. H. Blyth:

Among the grasses,

A flower blooms white,

Its name unknown.    SHIKI

Spring departs,

Trembling, in the grasses

Of the fields.     ISSA

The scent and colour

Of the wistera

Seem far from the moon.     BUSON

The voice of the pheasant;

How I longed 

For my dead parents!     BASHO

I found the above poems in the book "Writing Down the Bones".  By Natalie Goldberg

It was given to me by my writing teacher and personal friend MJM.  

Today I am changing my profile in celebration of being here for a whole year!  That is always worth celebrating.

I wrote a hub about it trying to thank my first fans.  It's been a wonderful domino effect.  I joined the March Contest.

What a wonderful learning experience.  What a delightful way to make new friends.  

Hubpages has been my greatest achievement in trying to learn SEO.

So much technical stuff, I just didn't want to know, I was a writer, and didn't care about none of that junk.  

"Let them read the hub."

That was MJM, reminding me, sometimes the form must be followed.

So, bursting from my heart

fresh nectar from the flower

sight of a hummingbird

I thank you, I thank you all.

Ruby H Rose thinks MJM and Hubpages are AWESOME!

Join into HubFun  http://rubyhrose.hubpages.com/_28ybt0bqyd1w47/

Spring is jubilee

Hummingbird arrives

Forest knows.         RHR

Voice of Full Moon

Owl

Adrift upon the ocean.  MJM 

"There are always flowers for those who want to see them."
-- Henri Matisse