Winter solitude–
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
The winter storm
hid in the bamboo grove
and quieted away.
The winter sun-
on the horse’s back
my frozen shadow.
Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)
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Cover my head
or my feet?
the winter quilt.
Calligraphy of geese
against the sky-
the moon seals it.
Lighting one candle
with another candle-
spring evening.
Yosa Buson (1716-1783)
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The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.
Crescent moon-
bent to the shape
of the cold.
Face of the spring moon-
about twelve years old,
I’d say.
Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827)
Publishing poetry to celebrate the seasons: Wonderful idea!
I write at least one haiku every day to help keep my writing/editing skills sharp and my appreciation for the natural world focused.
Here’s one from yesterday:
that man walking by
I can tell by his perfume
he stays warm with wood
Whoops! My name should read Peg, not Beg