Getting into haiku. Must have been after my post on The Perpetual Calendar.
(Boston Museum Fine Arts, Wm S and John T Spaulding Collection)
Cuckoos fly the coast
from Edo to Kyoto.
It takes him three weeks
on foot, through high rocks,
where shrines hang in opaque mists.
In the riverbed
a man leads an ox.
Travellers huddle in clefts:
their sticks cast shadows.
Nude swimmers transport
goods on rafts over the river.
Fuji dominates.
Against a plum sky
boats are poled past willows
in reedy waters.
A crescent slice hangs
below a suspended cobweb
bridge, which straddles the gorge.
Someone is carried
in a wicker hammock, under
austere battlements,
by men with crampons.
In the night they find their way
by white marker stones.
Candia Comes Clean 
I love the woodblocks in concert with the haikus~
Thanks.
Utterly superb!
Wow! Thank you.
Beautiful! I’m going to Japan soon. Hoping to see beautifull view like you’re showing here
I’ve never been- just in my imagination!