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I've Moved!

Day 65. I've started a brand new chapter over at The Mercy Cat Meadows. This new space was born from a simple belief that every creature weather wild or domestic, deserves a life of dignity and peace.  New page: https://mercycatmeadows.blogspot.com/ "The Last Strand" was born from a need to find warmth and a healthy focus amidst the deep blue of a difficult night. In moments where the world feels submerged in shadow, the smallest action can become a lighthouse.   「The Last Strand」ใฏ、ๅ›ฐ้›ฃใชๅคœใฎๆทฑใ„้—‡ใฎไธญใง、ๆธฉใ‹ใ•ใจๅฅๅ…จใชๆ€่€ƒใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆ€ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸ。 ไธ–็•ŒใŒๅฝฑใซๆฒˆใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹็žฌ้–“、ใปใ‚“ใฎๅฐใ•ใช่กŒๅ‹•ใŒ็ฏๅฐใจใชใ‚‹。 ๐ŸŒŸ The Last Strand ​It was When the shadows deepened And a dark azure covered the night It was The time it ticked At zero hundred hours ​The stars were floating beneath the sheets It seemed As if they had drowned. ​It was then, She picked up a match And lit it up One by one, A light was lit On the last strand - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒŸ ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎ็ณธ ใใ‚Œใฏ ๅฝฑใŒๆทฑใพใ‚Š ๆš—ใ„้’ใŒๅคœใ‚’่ฆ†ใฃใŸๆ™‚ ใใ‚Œใฏ ๆ™‚้–“00:00ใŒๅˆปใพใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ ๆ˜Ÿใ€…ใฏใ‚ทใƒผใƒˆใฎไธ‹ใซ ๆตฎใ‹...

The Perfect Flower

Day 64 ... rain clouds persist  Good morning. ๐Ÿ“–✍️๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒจ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿƒ ่ฑช่ฏใ•็•ฐไพ‹ใซใใฎ้ฆ™ใ‚Š ็”˜็พŽใซใพใ•ใ‚Šใฆ่‰ฒๅฝฉใซ ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใŒ่บใ‚‹ใชใ‚Šใ‘ใ‚Š Its exceptional splendor Its fragrance sweeter than ever And its vivid colours She couldn't helped But feel excited - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿƒ "The Perfect Flower" is a poem that engages the senses. Its sights and scents are powerful and transcend physical responses. It is an overwhelmingly moving experience during the rainy season. 「ๅฎŒ็’งใช่Šฑ」ใฏ、ไบ”ๆ„Ÿใ‚’็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹่ฉฉใงใ™。ใใฎใ‚คใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใจ้ฆ™ใ‚Šใฏๅผทใ、่บซไฝ“็š„ใชๅๅฟœใ‚’่ถ…่ถŠใ—ใพใ™。้›จๅญฃใฎใ“ใฎๆ™‚ๆœŸใซ、ๆทฑใๅฟƒใ‚’ๆบใ•ใถใ‚‹ไฝ“้จ“。 ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ’ The Perfect Flower, photo, Michie Lyne, 2025.

Her Feline Love

Day 63 ... occasional showers and winds Good morning.๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐ŸŒ…☕️ ๐Ÿพ❤️๐Ÿˆ‍⬛ Her feline love You've lived life audaciously With a touch of humor You exude courage, confidence, With a sense of adventure How long has it been? Please share your stories How long have you left? Please spare your time     for her She wishes she could be as generous as you as tenacious as you as brave as you - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿˆ‍⬛❤️ ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ„›็Œซใ‚ˆ ใ‚ใชใŸใฏๅคง่ƒ†ใซไบบ็”Ÿใ‚’ๆญฉใ‚“ใงใใŸ ใƒฆใƒผใƒขใ‚ขใฎใ‚ปใƒณใ‚นใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆทปใˆใฆ ใ‚ใชใŸใฏๅ‹‡ๆฐ—ใจ่‡ชไฟกใซๆบ€ใก、 ๅ†’้™บๅฟƒใซๆบ€ใกใฆใ„ใ‚‹ ใฉใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„็ตŒใฃใŸใฎ? ใ‚ใชใŸใฎ็‰ฉ่ชžใ‚’่žใ‹ใ›ใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ ใ‚ใจใฉใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎๆ™‚้–“ใŒๆฎ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎ? ใฉใ†ใ‹ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ๅ‰ฒใ„ใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใŸใ‚ใซ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ、ใ‚ใชใŸใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ๅฏ›ๅคงใง ใ‚ใชใŸใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ็ฒ˜ใ‚Šๅผทใ ใ‚ใชใŸใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ๅ‹‡ๆ•ขใงใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ ใจ้ก˜ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ❤️๐Ÿˆ‍⬛๐Ÿพ "Her Feline Love" is a poem that pays tribute to a beloved and respected cat. The words express a deep affection for her spirit. Remembering the life of a loved one. Considering her journey through life. And the time she has left. A bittersweet love that every cat owner will face. A loving plea for her short life. Unconditional l...

Deep Autumn

Day 62 ... Autumn continues and light rain falls. Good morning. ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ“– ๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ซ Deep Autumn Let your crimson hue Intensify with the western sun Let your sienna shines raw Before the lingering barren in awe To relish the setting sun In the melody of autumn - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๆทฑใ„็ง‹ ่ฅฟๆ—ฅใจๅ…ฑใซใใฎ่ตคใ€…ใช ๆทฑใพใ‚‹่‰ฒใ‚’ใใฎใพใพใซ ่ตค่ค่‰ฒใฎ่ผใใ‚’ ็”Ÿใ€…ใ—ใ ็•ๆ•ฌใฎๅฟตใ‚’ๆŠฑใไธๆฏ›ใฎๅœฐใ‚’ๅ‰ใซ ๆฒˆใ‚€ๅค•ๆ—ฅใ‚’ ็ง‹ใฎ่ชฟในใซๆตธใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผ ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ’ซ "Deep Autumn" is a poem about vastness, the immense depth of colour intensified by warm light and overwhelmed by the natural pigments of the earth. 「ๆทฑใ„็ง‹」ใฏๅบƒๅคงใ•、ๆš–ใ‹ใ„ๅ…‰ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅผทใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹่‰ฒๅฝฉ、ๅคงๅœฐใฎๅคฉ็„ถ่‰ฒ็ด ใซๅœงๅ€’ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹่‰ฒใฎ่จˆใ‚Š็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„ๆทฑใ•ใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ฉฉใงใ™。 ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ซ Deep Autumn, photo, Michie Lyne, 2025. ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ“–

Rain and Sunshine

Day 61 ... Chasing the sun after the rain. Good afternoon.☔️๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒˆ ๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒฆ☔️ " Rain and Sunshine " is a poem that offers optimistic insight into a seemingly impossible, grey world. It's the little things that give rise to new perspectives. 「้›จใจๅคช้™ฝ」ใฏ、ไธ€่ฆ‹ไธๅฏ่ƒฝใซๆ€ใˆใ‚‹็ฐ่‰ฒใฎไธ–็•Œใซ、ๆฅฝ่ฆณ็š„ใชๆดžๅฏŸใ‚’ไธŽใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹่ฉฉใงใ™。 ๅฐใ•ใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใŒ、ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่ฆ–็‚นใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใพใ™。 ☔️๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒˆ Rain and Sunshine Sorrowfully The rain clouds linger in the sky, The wind picks up speed And drifts away... Fortunately, The light waits its turn. The air grew calm And hues bathe the fields Of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet ... It was only a brief moment But it cast a glimmer of hope. - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒธ ้›จใจ้™ฝๅ…‰ ๆ‚ฒใ—ใ’ใซ ้›จ้›ฒใฏ็ฉบใซๆผ‚ใ„ ้ขจใฏๅ‹ขใ„ใ‚’ๅข—ใ— ใใ—ใฆๆถˆใˆใฆใ„ใ ๅนธใ„ใซใ‚‚  ๅ…‰ใฏ้ †็•ชใ‚’ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ ็ฉบๆฐ—ใฏ็ฉใ‚„ใ‹ใซใชใ‚Š ใใ—ใฆ่‰ฒๅฝฉใŒ้‡ŽๅŽŸใ‚’ๆŸ“ใ‚ใ‚‹ ่ตค、ใ‚ชใƒฌใƒณใ‚ธ、้ป„่‰ฒ、็ท‘、้’、่—、็ดซ ใใ‚Œใฏใปใ‚“ใฎไธ€็žฌใฎใ“ใจใ ใฃใŸใŒ ๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ‚’ๆŠ•ใ’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸ - ใƒŸใƒ- ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ“– Rain and Sunshine, photo, Michie Lyne , 2025.

้ขจใฎๆ€ใ„

Day 60 .... Happy Sunday. Good afternoon. ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿƒ ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ "้ขจใฎๆ€ใ„" is a poem about the importance of every small act and how even the smallest way you can physically intervene and help will change the direction of the cause. 「้ขจใฎๆ€」ใจ่จ€ใ†่ฉฉใฏ、ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹ๅฐใ•ใช่กŒ็‚บใฎๅคงๅˆ‡ใ•ใจ、ใŸใจใˆใ”ใๅฐใ•ใชๆ–นๆณ•ใง็‰ฉ็†็š„ใซไป‹ๅ…ฅใ—ใฆๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚、ๅคง็พฉใฎๆ–นๅ‘ใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆญŒใฃใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。 ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ ้ขจใฎๆ€ใ„ The ground, dry as a biscuit, And a little cracked It would have continued, When the thoughts of the wind, When the spirits of the air, When the feelings of the atmosphere changed direction Appeared the drops of kindness And the petals, Desired to stretch as far, Desired to capture as much The moisture of each drop On their cheeks - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ ๅœฐ้ขใฏใƒ“ใ‚นใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซไนพใ、 ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฒใณๅ‰ฒใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸ。 ใใ‚Œใฏ็ถšใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†。 ้ขจใฎๆ€ใ„ใŒ、 ็ฉบๆฐ—ใฎ็ฒพ้œŠใŒ、 ๅคงๆฐ—ใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒๆ–นๅ‘ใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใ‚‹ใจใ ๅ„ชใ—ใ•ใฎ้›ซใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸ。 ใใ—ใฆ่Šฑใณใ‚‰ใฏ、 ใงใใ‚‹ใ ใ‘้ ใใพใงไผธใณใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—、 ใงใใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ๅคšใใฎ้›ซใฎๆฐดๅˆ†ใ‚’ ้ ฌใซๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸ。 - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ A Drop of Kindness, pastel and charcoal, Michie Lyne, 2025

The Rosebud

Day 59.... I hope it rains a little. Good afternoon. ๐Ÿ“–✍️ ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒน "The Rose bud" is a poem that depicts the mysterious colours of the rosebud, which stimulates and fascinates the imagination, as a bit of fantasy or personification. 「ใƒใƒฉใฎใคใผใฟ」ๆƒณๅƒๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅˆบๆฟ€ใ—้ญ…ไบ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใƒใƒฉใฎใคใผใฟ、็ฅž็ง˜็š„ใช่‰ฒๅฝฉใ‚’、ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผใ‚„ๆ“ฌไบบๅŒ–ใจใ—ใฆๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。 ๐ŸŒฟ ๅทพ็€่ข‹ใ‚„่–”่–‡่•พใปใ‚“ใฎใ‚Š็ด…ใ‹ใ„ใ‚„ใ‹ A bud Like a drawstring bag A hint of red  On her mouth Or maybe lipstick ? - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒท ใคใผใฟ ๅทพ็€่ข‹ใฟใŸใ„ ใปใ‚“ใฎใ‚Š่ตคใ„ ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฃๅ…ƒใซ ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅฃ็ด…? - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐ŸŒฟ The Rose bud , pastel, Michie Lyne, 2025

ๅˆ‡ใ‚Š่Šฑ - Cut Roses

Day 58.... light rain from time to time. Good afternoon. ๐Ÿ“–✍️ ☮️๐ŸŒน☮️๐ŸŒน "Cut Roses" is a poem that describes a glimpse of peace, a peaceful scene and place. The serenity of the roses encapsulates the atmosphere, as if the roses are in a utopia. 「ๅˆ‡ใ‚Š่–”่–‡」ใฏ、ๅนณๅ’Œใฎ็‰‡้ฑ—、ๅนณๅ’Œใชๆ™ฏ่‰ฒ、ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’่กจ็พใ—ใŸไฟณๅฅใงใ™。ใƒใƒฉใฎ้™ๅฏ‚ใŒใใฎ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’้–‰ใ˜่พผใ‚、ใพใ‚‹ใงใƒใƒฉใŒใƒฆใƒผใƒˆใƒ”ใ‚ขใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ™。 ๐ŸŒน☮️๐ŸŒน☮️ ๅˆ‡ใ‚Š่Šฑใฎ่–”่–‡ใซ็œบใ‚ใ‚‹็†ๆƒณ้ƒท A utopia seen through cut roses - Michie Lyne

A Silent flower - ้™ใ‹ใช่Šฑ

Day 57.... hide and seek in the sun  Good afternoon. ๐Ÿ“–✍️ ๐ŸŒฟ "A Silent Flower" is a poem about light and shadow. It expresses the difficulty of letting a beautiful flowers true nature shine through. 「้™ใ‹ใช่Šฑ」ใฏ ๅ…‰ใจๅฝฑใ‚’ใƒ†ใƒผใƒžใซใ—ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。 ็พŽใ—ใ„่Šฑใงใ‚ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰、ใใฎๆœฌ่ณชใ‚’่ผใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฎ้›ฃใ—ใ•ใ‚’่กจ็พใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™。 ๐ŸŒผ A Silent flower You lift your chin From the ground to Inhale the air to Entwine You haven't yet to Face the air but to Cling to the ground to Decline - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒผ ้™ใ‹ใช่Šฑ ใ‚ใชใŸใฏ้กŽใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ ๅœฐ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰ ใใ—ใฆ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅธใ„่พผใฟ ็ตกใฟใคใ ใ‚ใชใŸใฏใพใ  ็ฉบๆฐ—ใซๅ‘ใๅˆใ‚ใš ๅœฐ้ขใซใ—ใŒใฟใคใ ่บซใ‚’ๅง”ใญใ‚‹ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ A Silent flower, pencil, pastel, Michie Lyne, 2025.

Pink - ๆกƒ่‰ฒ

Day 56....  warmth fills the air ๐ŸŒŠ☕️๐Ÿš๐Ÿชด Good morning. ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ“– ๐ŸŒฟ "Pink - ๆกƒ่‰ฒ" is a poem that portrays the idea of ​​focusing on small details. Seeing a small flower as if it were a large painting broadens the perspective and creates a sense of unity, in pink. 「ใƒ”ใƒณใ‚ฏ - ๆกƒ่‰ฒ」ใฏ、็ดฐ้ƒจใซใ“ใ ใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†่€ƒใˆใ‚’่กจ็พใ—ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。ๅฐใ•ใช่Šฑใ‚’ๅคงใใช็ตต็”ปใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใง、่ฆ–้‡ŽใŒๅบƒใŒใ‚Š、ใƒ”ใƒณใ‚ฏ่‰ฒใฎไธญใซ็ตฑไธ€ๆ„ŸใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใพใ™。 ๐ŸŒธ In the garden As pink as It could be ๅบญใซๅ’ฒใๆบ€ใคๆกƒ่‰ฒใ‹ใช - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿชด Shades of Pink, Pastel Michie Lyne, 2025. ๐Ÿชด๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿชด๐Ÿƒ

Butterfly

Day 55.... Happy May ๐ŸŒน Good afternoon. ๐Ÿต ๐Ÿ’ซ "Butterfly" is a poem about a moment when you're not fully awake. It's about imagining what it's like being sub or unconscious. 「่ถใ€…」ใฏ、ๅฎŒๅ…จใซ็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใฆใ„ใชใ„็žฌ้–“ใ‚’ๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。 ๆฝœๅœจๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚„็„กๆ„่ญ˜็Šถๆ…‹ใŒใฉใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใ‚’ๆƒณๅƒใ™ใ‚‹่ฉฉใงใ™。 ๐Ÿ’ซ Butterfly  If I were dreaming It would be lightness Where the flowers all around In waves And emit sweet scents And tints of colour. If I were dreaming It would surely be lightness Where butterflies swirl in the sound In waves And emit eternal shine And sweet songs - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿ’ซ ่ถใ€… ใ‚‚ใ—็งใŒๅคขใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ ใใ‚Œใฏ่ปฝใ‚„ใ‹ใ• ๅ‘จใ‚Šใฎ่Šฑใ€…ใŒ ๅ’ฒใไนฑใ‚Œ ๆณขใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ็”˜ใ„้ฆ™ใ‚Šใจ่‰ฒๅฝฉใ‚’ๆ”พใค ใใ‚“ใชๅ ดๆ‰€ ใ‚‚ใ—็งใŒๅคขใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ ใใ‚Œใฏใใฃใจ่ปฝใ‚„ใ‹ใ• ่ถใ€…ใŒ้Ÿณใฎไธญใง ่ˆžใ„ ๆณขใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ๆฐธ้ ใฎ่ผใใจ็”˜ใ„ๆญŒใ‚’ๆ”พใค ใใ‚“ใชๅ ดๆ‰€ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐Ÿ’ซ Butterfly, pastel & digital, M Lyne, 2025.

In the Sun

Day 53. Good morning.☕️ ๐Ÿฆ‹ Apple tree in the garden In bloom, subtly, Smiling quietly In the sun ๅบญใฎใƒชใƒณใ‚ดใฎๆœจ ใ•ใ‚Šใ’ใชใๅ’ฒใ่ช‡ใ‚‹ ้™ใ‹ใซๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใ‚€ ๅคช้™ฝใฎไธ‹ใง - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿฆ‹ "In the sun" is a poem about the joy of spring.. Flowers are about to open on every branch of the trees, and the opening happens very slowly and silently before our eyes. 「ๅคช้™ฝใฎไธ‹ใง」ใฏๆ˜ฅใฎๅ–œใณใ‚’ๆญŒใฃใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。ๆœจใ€…ใฎๆžใ€…ใซ่ŠฑใŒๅ’ฒใๅง‹ใ‚、ใใฎ้–‹่Šฑใฏ็งใŸใกใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใงใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจ้™ใ‹ใซ้€ฒใ‚“ใงใ„ใใพใ™。 ๐ŸŒธ Apple Blossoms, photo, Michie Lyne, 2025. ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ

ใƒ‘ใ‚ทใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒƒใ‚ฏ ใƒ–ใƒซใƒผ Blue Pacific

Day 52. ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆ‹ "Blue Pacific" is a poem about the Ceanothus flower , a flower made up of many tiny blossoms, whose gentle fragrance evokes nostalgia, innocence and first love. 「ใƒ–ใƒซใƒผใƒ‘ใ‚ทใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒƒใ‚ฏ」ใฏ、ใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅฐใ•ใช่ŠฑใงใงใใŸ ใ‚ปใ‚ขใƒŽใ‚ตใ‚น ใฎ่Šฑใซใคใ„ใฆใฎไฟณๅฅใงใ™。ใใฎๅ„ชใ—ใ„้ฆ™ใ‚ŠใŒ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใ‚‹ใจ、ๆ‡ใ‹ใ—ใ•、็„ก้‚ชๆฐ—ใ•、ๅˆๆ‹ใŒใ‚ˆใฟใŒใˆใ‚Šใพใ™。 ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆ‹ ใƒ‘ใ‚ทใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒƒใ‚ฏใƒ–ใƒซใƒผ ๆ‹ๆ…•ใ†็ด”ๆœดใ•้ฆ™ใ‚Šๆผ‚ใ†ๆทกใ„้’ Blue pacific A pale blue With the scent of Pure love - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ€๐Ÿฆ‹ Blue Pacific,  pastel, Michie Lyne, 2025.

Winter Hydrangea

Day 52 ... spring hasn't come yet. Good evening.๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒ™ ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก " Winter Hydrangeas " is a poem that literally describes the state of hydrangeas in winter, but it also seeks to portray how easily assumptions can be fostered in everyday life. 「ๅ†ฌใฎ็ดซ้™ฝ่Šฑ」ใฏๆ–‡ๅญ—้€šใ‚Šๅ†ฌใฎ็ดซ้™ฝ่Šฑใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‚’ๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™ใŒ、ๆ—ฅๅธธ็”Ÿๆดปใฎไธญใงๆ€ใ„่พผใฟใŒใ„ใ‹ใซ็ฐกๅ˜ใซ่‚ฒใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚’ๆๅ†™ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™。 ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก Winter Hydrangea "I am exhausted," said she, Or did I hear her wrong? The colours, the textures, the veins. Everything is Colourless, Smoothless, Lifeless. "I am dead," said she, Or, did I hear her wrong? The colours are desert sand, The textures are weak cracks, The veins are desiccated mummies. - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก 「็งใฏ็–ฒใ‚ŒๆžœใฆใŸใฎ」ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸ ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚、็งใฎ่žใ้–“้•ใˆ? ่‰ฒ、่ณชๆ„Ÿ、้™่„ˆ ใ™ในใฆใŒ ่‰ฒใŒใชใ„ ๆป‘ใ‚‰ใ‹ใงใชใ„ ็”Ÿๅ‘ฝใŒใชใ„ 「็งใฏๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฎ」ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸ ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚、็งใฎ่žใ้–“้•ใˆ? ่‰ฒใฏ็ ‚ๆผ ใฎ็ ‚ ่ณชๆ„Ÿใฏๅผฑใ„ไบ€่ฃ‚ ้™่„ˆใฏไนพ็‡ฅใ—ใŸใƒŸใ‚คใƒฉ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก Winter Hydrangea, pastel, Michie Lyne, 2025. Winter Hydrangea 

Blue Bench ้’ใ„้•ทๆค…ๅญ

Day 51 ... at the end of the day. Good evening.๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿ“š๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ“– "The Blue Bench" is a poem about peace and humanity through expressions of generosity and civility. Could the sky blue color represent sharing the vast expanse of sky on Earth? 「้’ใ„ใƒ™ใƒณใƒ」ใฏ、ๅฏ›ๅคงใ•ใจ็คผๅ„€ๆญฃใ—ใ•ใฎ่กจ็พใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆๅนณๅ’Œใจไบบ้“ใซใคใ„ใฆๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。 ใ‚นใ‚ซใ‚คใƒ–ใƒซใƒผใฎ่‰ฒใฏ、ๅœฐ็ƒไธŠใฎๅบƒๅคงใช็ฉบใ‚’ๅ…ฑๆœ‰ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่กจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹? ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™ Blue Bench A voice of Skyblue, alluring... Stability, hospitality With his attractive appearance Come, come A touch of humor Skyblue's aptitude to strangers How generous How gentlemanly - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ ้’ใ„้•ทๆค…ๅญ ใ‚นใ‚ซใ‚คใƒ–ใƒซใƒผใฎๅฃฐ、้ญ…ๆƒ‘็š„... ๅฎ‰ๅฎšๆ„Ÿ、ใŠใ‚‚ใฆใชใ— ้ญ…ๅŠ›็š„ใชๅค–่ฆ‹ ใ•ใ‚、ใ•ใ‚ ใƒฆใƒผใƒขใ‚ขใฎใ‚ปใƒณใ‚น ใ‚นใ‚ซใ‚คใƒ–ใƒซใƒผใฎ่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใฌไบบใธ ใฎๆฐ—้…ใ‚Š ใชใ‚“ใฆๅฏ›ๅคง ใชใ‚“ใฆ็ดณๅฃซ็š„ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ Blue Bench, ้’ใ„้•ทๆค…ๅญ, photo, Michie Lyne, 2025.

Moss and Stones

Day 50 ... beautiful sunset. Good afternoon.❄️๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒฟ " Moss and Stones " is a poem about believing.There is something special about the natural world. Sometimes patience helps you get through anxious times? 「่‹”ใจ็Ÿณ」ใฏไฟกใ˜ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ฉฉใงใ™。 ่‡ช็„ถ็•Œใซใฏไฝ•ใ‹็‰นๅˆฅใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™。ๆ™‚ใซใฏๅฟ่€ใŒไธๅฎ‰ใชๆ™‚ๆœŸใ‚’ไน—ใ‚Š่ถŠใˆใ‚‹ใฎใซๅฝน็ซ‹ใกใพใ™ใ‹? ❄️❄️❄️ What did they feel ? Moss and Stones On that dark cold night Were their hopes as hollow As a dry well Were their senses as numb As death itself Moss and Stones In this spark gold light Their resilience shines through Icy morning - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใฎใ‹ ? ่‹”ใจ็Ÿณ ใ‚ใฎๆš—ใๅฏ’ใ„ๅคœใซ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎๅธŒๆœ›ใฏ ็ฉบ่™šใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ ๆžฏใ‚ŒใŸไบ•ๆˆธใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใฏ้บป็—บใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ ๆญปใใฎใ‚‚ใฎใจใ—ใฆ ่‹”ใจ็Ÿณ ใ“ใฎใ‚นใƒ‘ใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚ดใƒผใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ…‰ใฎไธญใง ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎๅ›žๅพฉๅŠ›ใฏๅ…‰ใ‚‹ ๆฐทใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆœ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ Moss and Stones, photo, Michie Lyne, 2025 ❄️❄️❄️

Encounter

Day 49... Gigi the cat is curled up and relaxing.๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ˜บ Good afternoon. ๐ŸŒ…☕️๐ŸŒบ❄️ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ " Encounter " is a poem about a bond, how mysterious it could be and how magical it could be to build relationships with pets , psychologically deep and infinitely continuous. "ๅ‡บไผšใ„" ใฏ、ใƒšใƒƒใƒˆใจใฎๅฟƒ็†็š„ใซๆทฑใ็„ก้™ใซ็ถšใ้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚’็ฏ‰ใใ“ใจใŒใ„ใ‹ใซ็ฅž็ง˜็š„ใง、ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช็ต†ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚’ๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。 ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ Encounter  At least it was an encounter A rare occurrence in a lifetime. Your big ears and eyes How you surprised me With your small body I remember. At least it was love At first sight Your soft fur and tail How you caught me With your smooth coat I recall. At least it was an encounter A rare occurrence in a lifetime At last I found you. - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ ๅ‡บไผšใ„ ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅ‡บไผšใ„ใ ใฃใŸ ไธ€็”Ÿใฎใ†ใกใซ็จ€ใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ ๅคงใใช่€ณใจ็›ฎ ็งใ‚’ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉ้ฉšใ‹ใ›ใŸใ‹ ใใฎๅฐใ•ใชไฝ“ใง ็งใฏ่ฆšใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๆ„›ใ ใฃใŸ ไธ€็›ฎๆƒšใ‚Œ ๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ„ๆฏ›็šฎใจๅฐปๅฐพ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ็งใ‚’ๆ•ใˆใŸใฎใ‹ ใใฎๆป‘ใ‚‰ใ‹ใชไธŠ่กฃใง ็งใฏๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅ‡บไผšใ„ใ ใฃใŸ ไธ€็”Ÿใฎใ†ใกใซ็จ€ใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ ใคใ„ใซใ‚ใชใŸใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ Gigi, 2021, Michie Lyne.  Gigi, 2025, Michie L...

Bouquet of Flowers

Day 48... The shadow of the sun flickers. Good morning. ๐Ÿ’☕️๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒน ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ Bouquet of flowers, It was hidden in the colours, From purple to lilac. There, a single bloom, with a supreme, From white to pink, Gradation of tints. - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ ่ŠฑๆŸ ่‰ฒใฎไธญใซ้š ใ‚ŒใฆใŸ ็ดซใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒฉใ‚คใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใธ ใใ“ใซใฏ่‡ณ้ซ˜ใฎ ไธ€่ผชใฎ่ŠฑใŒ ็™ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ”ใƒณใ‚ฏใธ ่‰ฒๅˆใ„ใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒ‡ใƒผใ‚ทใƒงใƒณ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ "Bouquet of Flowers" is a poem about gratitude and wonder. Is it more appreciated when you don't expect something good to happen. 『่ŠฑๆŸ』ใฏๆ„Ÿ่ฌใจ้ฉšใใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ฉฉใงใ™。ไฝ•ใ‹่‰ฏใ„ใ“ใจใŒ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ใจๆœŸๅพ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใจใใฎใปใ†ใŒๆ„Ÿ่ฌใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹。 ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ White to Pink, photo, MichieLyne, 2024 ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’

A Lantern

Day 47. ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒŒ "A Lantern" is a poem about fantasy. Escaping reality? A land of fantasy rich in mysticism, living far away in harmony with natural phenomena. 「็ฏ็ฑ 」ใฏ็ฉบๆƒณใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ฉฉใงใ™。็พๅฎŸ้€ƒ้ฟ?้ ใ้›ขใ‚ŒใŸๅ›ฝ、่‡ช็„ถ็พ่ฑกใจ่ชฟๅ’Œใ—ใฆๆšฎใ‚‰ใ™、็ฅž็ง˜ๆ€งใซๅฏŒใ‚“ใ ๅนปๆƒณใฎๅ›ฝ。 ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒŒ A Lantern A snowy land A lantern casts a glow On the lake of icy blow The aurora borealis appear In the chilly royal blue air Up above high sphere - Michie Lyne ็ฏ็ฑ  ้›ชๆทฑใ„ๅœŸๅœฐ ็ฏ็ฑ ใŒๅ…‰ใ‚’ๆ”พใค ๆฐทๅนใใฎๆน–ใฎไธŠใง ใ‚ชใƒผใƒญใƒฉใŒ็พใ‚Œใ‚‹ ๅ†ทใŸใ„้’ใ„็ฉบๆฐ—ใฎไธญใซ ้ซ˜ใฟใฎ้ซ˜ๅฑคใซ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ❄️❄️❄️  A Lantern Pastel, Michie Lyne, 2024.

ไธ€ๅ…‰ - A Ray of Light

Day 46 ... ✨️✨️✨️ "ไธ€ๅ…‰ - A Ray of Light" is a poem about future possibilities. It seems as if the north, south, east and west are illuminated by the morning light, in all directions, under any circumstances. ไธ€ๅ…‰ - A Ray of Light ใฏ、ๅฐ†ๆฅใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใซใคใ„ใฆใฎไฟณๅฅใงใ™。ใพใ‚‹ใงๆฑ่ฅฟๅ—ๅŒ—ใŒๆœใฎๅ…‰ใซ็…งใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ™。ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹ๆ–นๅ‘、ใ„ใ‹ใชใ‚‹็ŠถๆณใซใŠใ„ใฆใ‚‚。 ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ ไธ€้ขใฎๆทฑๆ›‡ใซ ๅฟƒๆฒˆใ‚€ใ‚‚ไธ€็žฌใซ ไธ€ๅ…‰็…งใ‚‰ใ™ๆ—ฉๆœใฎๆ™ฏ The morning view of the deep cloudy sky Makes my heart sinks but suddenly A single ray of light shines on me - Michie Lyne  ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ A Ray of Light, ไธ€ๅ…‰, pastel, Michie Lyne, 2024.