In a light spring rain
a discarded letter blows
through a bamboo grove
~Issa*

100 days…12th day
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
In a light spring rain
a discarded letter blows
through a bamboo grove
~Issa*

100 days…12th day
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
a world of trials,
and if the tulip blossoms,
it simply blossoms

in the midst of this world
we stroll along the edge of hell
gazing at flowers
~Issa

100 days…10th day
Blown softly away
in rustling breezes, spring leaves
fields of new grasses
~Issa*

*cited:
The Spring of My LIfe
Trans: S Hamill
My spring is just this:
a single bamboo shoot
a willow branch
~Issa*

*cited:
The Spring of My LIfe
Trans: S Hamill
Night of the full moon!
The weather in the north land
Is so uncertain.
~Basho*

rabbit ears pass
*cited:
The Narrow Road to Oku
Trans: D Keene
the light of a candle
is transferred to another candle –
spring twilight
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert

Submitted in response to Ben’s photo challenge: Abstract
White blooming plum tree –
since whose time has it been there
just outside the hedge?
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
On my coming back,
how many pathways are there
through the spring grasses?
~Buson*

An image submitted in response to Paula’s b&w sunday
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
slowly passing days,
their echoing are heard
here in Kyoto
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
Fragrance of incense
around a man while he naps –
a cloudy moon.
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
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