a hangover

a hangover

On The Trail With Basho Encore #13 a hangover

cherry blossom viewing
without a set of nested bowls
in my heart

© Basho

a hangover
is nothing as long as
there are cherry blossoms

© Basho


under a pine
the drunks “Look!”
“Cherry Blossoms”


searching for you
at the cherry blossom festival
lost in sea of pink

Butterflies – On the Trail with Basho

Butterflies – On the Trail with Basho

On The Trail With Basho Encore #7 butterflies

ran no ka ya   cho no tusubasa ni   takimono su

orchid fragrance
from the butterfly’s wings
scenting the clothes (c) Basho

cho no tobu   bakari nonaka no   hikage kana

a butterfly flies
only in the field
of sunshine (c) Basho

cho no ha no   ikutabi koyuru   hei no yane

wings of a butterfly
how many times do they flutter
over roof and wall c) Basho

kimi ya cho   ware ya Soji ga   yume gokoro

you are butterfly?
I am Chuang-tzu’s
dreaming heart c) Basho

fennel waves
breeze from swallowtail wings
tiny eggs laid


white sulfas
play hide and seek
in the shasta daisies

A Falling Sound

A Falling Sound

On The Trail With Basho Encore 5 a falling sound

This haiku was written by Basho in spring 1666 short after the unexpected dead of his friend, Yoshitada. Basho was almost 22 years of age when he wrote this haiku.

uru oto ya mimi mo su-naru ume no ame

a falling sound
that sours my ears
plum rain                    © Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Written today the after the news of my dear friend Cathy’s passing.


rain on the tin roof
no longer music to my ears
empty garden


as the bells ring
my heart trembles
falling petals