Weekend Haiku

In spring rain
a pretty girl
yawning.

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

Fleas, lice,
a horse peeing
near my pillow.

Basho (1644 - 1694)

Weekend Haiku

Washing the saucepans-
the moon glows on her hands
in the shallow river.

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

That wren-
looking here, looking there.
You lose something?

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

Even considered
in the most favorable light,
he looks cold.

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

We human-
squirming around
among the blossoming flowers.

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

That gorgeous kite
rising
from the beggar's shack.

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

In the falling of petals
they see no Buddha,
no Law.

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

The spring sea rising
and falling, rising
and falling all day.

Buson (1716 - 1783)

Weekend Haiku

Flowers scattering-
the water we thirst for
far off, in the mist.

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

Not yet become a Buddha,
the ancient pine tree,
dreaming.

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

A fishy smell-
perch guts
in the water weeds.

Basho (1644 - 1694)

Weekend Haiku

Bright autumn moon-
pond snails crying
in the saucepan.

Issa (1763 - 1827)

Weekend Haiku

The old cormorant keeper-
I haven't seen him
this year.

Buson (1716 - 1783)

Weekend Haiku

Straw sandal half sunk
in an old pond
in the sleety snow.

Buson (1716 - 1783)

Weekend Haiku

Spring going-
birds weeping, tears
in the eyes of fish.

Basho (1644 - 1694)

Weekend Haiku

A village without bells-
how do they live?
spring dusk.

Basho (1644 - 1694)

Weekend Haiku

The beginning of art-
a rice-planting song
in the backcountry.

Basho (1644 - 1694)

Weekend Haiku

The winter storm
hid in the bamboo grove
and quieted away.

Basho (1644 - 1694)