in the sea-surf edge
mingling with bright small shells
bush-clover petals
~Basho
my two plum trees are
so gracious…see, they flower
one now, one later
~Buson
in city fields
contemplating cherry trees
strangers are like friends
~Issa
Tag Archives: Buson
#204- tranquil, famous haiku
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
#130 – Famous haiku to cool you down
staring delighted
even at walking horses
in new morning snow
Basho
midnight wanderer
walking through the snowy street
echoing dog-bark
Shiki
In that cold darkness
my horse stumbled suddenly
just outside the house
Buson
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