Tag: Basho

297 – Hearts of oak

297 – Hearts of oak

without a hat     a winter rain falls on me so what — Basho I’m walking back from the dentist. I’m feeling great. The late afternoon blue …

 

292 – The thin edge

292 – The thin edge

Spring winds      Hoping the flowers burst Out in laughter — Basho I’m trying to not get excited or perhaps even to be interested in the bursting …

 

281 – Cold, served cold

281 – Cold, served cold

lying down       with quilts over the head such a cold night — Basho As if to celebrate the long weekend (more, more) the roof was …

 

262 – Holding our breath

262 – Holding our breath

With what kind of voice         would the spider cry in the autumn wind? — Basho For the moment, not even a breeze – while …