Plum blossom scent
as the sun comes up
on a path through the mountains.
Old pond
A frog jumps in.
The sound of water.
Between the stones
in the mason's yard
chrysanthemums are flowering
(Matsuo Basho)
When I read Basho's haiku, I'm somehow reminded of a grasshopper jumping from reed to reed, a creature that jumps and lands with flawless accuracy or just moving so as if he is totally attuned to his environment.
I have to admit when I read some haiku, I'm left cold. It seems like the poet just wants the words and rhythm to fit. This one speaks to me, perhaps because I can relate to it from all of my experiences outdoors.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
Dan