for the man who says
he tires of his child
there are no flowers
~Basho*
*cited:
The Moon in the Pines
J Clements
haiku
walking out alone
yearn to live…
summer’s fading
My own shadow
trodden on in the shallows-
cooling off
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
let me be…
How joyous and kind?
In my next life, let me be
a butterfly afield
~Issa*
*cited:
The Spring of My Life
Trans: S Hamill
summer’s silent gift
My home is quiet.
The cuckoo’s song is silenced
in my quiet home
~Issa*
*cited:
The Spring of My life
Trans: S. Hamill
a meeting…
where the rivers meet
there seems to be a quietness –
the clear water
~Buson*
two souls meet
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
chess
playing their games
on the sly…
pale blue butterflies
~Issa*
at the public library…chess
*cited:
a voiceless flower…speaks
A voiceless flower
speaks to the obedient
in-listening ear
~Uejima Onitsura
aspen grove
hot night in the trees-
I’m getting used to it
arm for a pillow
~Issa*
aspen grove
*cited:
weekly photo challenge: beneath your feet
the rivers have
an ancient darkness…
cuckoo
~Issa*
Cache La Poudre River’s rocks…inspired by Cheri’s photo challenge: Beneath Your Feet
*cited:
a meditative journey 
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