Basho, No 9.



Moonlight slanting

through all this

long bamboo grove….

and nightingale song.






Each wave turning over

leaves a trail of tiny shells

and petals of bush clover.



Basho, No7



An ancient pond

a frog jumps in

the splash of water


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Basho, No6



Having tumbled off

his grass blade…

the firefly

buzzes up again.


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Hear those baby mice

huddled in their


to the sparrowlets


Basho, no4



the sea darkens-

the voice of the wild ducks

are faintly white.




Basho, no3



bush-clover flowers-

they sway but do not drop

their beads of dew.


Basho, no2



a clear waterfall-

into the ripples

fall green pine-needles.


Basho, no1



looking carefully,

a shepherd’s purse is blooming

under the fence.