Winter downpour –
even the monkey
needs a raincoat.
Winter solitude–
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
I’m a wanderer
so let that be my name –
the first winter rain

Winter downpour –
even the monkey
needs a raincoat.
Winter solitude–
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
I’m a wanderer
so let that be my name –
the first winter rain

moonless night…
a powerful wind embraces
the ancient cedars
all night
autumn winds being heard
behind the mountains
There is something about haiku classics that is incredibly placid that I struggle to replicate. I think it is essential in our knock down warp speed world to step back and appreciate the small things and to be observant. This is what haiku does for me – I hope you enjoy the following
Women planting rice
ugly every bit about them
but their ancient song
– Raizan
For a lovely bowl
Let us arrange these flowers…
Since there is no rice
– Basho
Deep in dark forest
A woodcutter’s dull axe talking…
And a woodcutter
– Buson
crossing the football field
coming home from work
the lonely businessman
Nightfall
boy smashing dandelions
with a stick
After the shower among the drenched roses the bird thrashing in the bath. Empty baseball field a robin hops along the bench. The bottoms of my shoes are clean from walking in the rain. Humbling at best- enjoy!
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Orphan Sparrow
With one another
Let’s play; so come. O sparrow
Who has no mother,
The Cherry Blossom at Ueno
Under the branches
Of the cherry-trees in bloom
None are strangers there.
A Radish Worker (one of my favorites)
With the radish he
Pulls out, a radish-worker
Shows the road to me.
I hope you enjoy these haiku by Issa – I found them in a book by Kenneth Yasuda called “The Japanese Haiku”
across the driveway
a crow stops to peck apples
lazy summer day

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beautiful lines
of green run through
the summer dishes
Tatsuko Hoshino
one of my favorite examples of “kitchen haiku”
A Summer Day
High noon
save for reed-sparrows, the river
makes no sound
Issa
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The night was hot
Stripped to the waist the snail
Enjoyed the moonlight
Issa
Summer~night insects
Falling burnt and dead …upon
My poem’s paper
Shiki
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Spring rain: and as yet
the little froglets’ bellies
haven’t got wet.
Buson
Lean frog,
don’t give up the fight!
Issa is here!
Issa
I went on a field trip with my son’s 1st grade class today to observe a pond- hence the thoughts and observations about frogs and turtles.
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