The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house.
– Jack Kerouac ( born March 12, 1922)
The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house.
– Jack Kerouac ( born March 12, 1922)
Filed under haiku
cherry tree watchmen
with their white heads
together
–
Kyorai Mukai
from the book “haiku mind 108 Poems to cultivate awareness & Open your heart
by Patricia Donegan
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
A gate made all of twigs
with woven grass for hinges
for a lock …this snail
Hi! my little hut
Is newly thatched I see
blue morning glories
As the great old trees
are marked for felling, the birds
build their new spring nests
A flowering plum
and a nightingale’s love song
he remains alone
April’s air stirs in
willow- leaves…a butterfly
floats and balances
White cloud of mist
above white cherry blossoms
dawn shining mountains
Filed under haiku
The spring night-
in a dawn of cherry blossoms
it ended
~Basho
Spring too, very soon!
They are setting the scene for it —
plum tree and moon
~Basho
Under the image of Buddha
All these spring flowers
Seem a little tiresome.
~Basho
drinking morning tea
the monk is peaceful
the chrysanthemum blooms
Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice
Winter solitude–
in a world of one color
the sound of wind
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