Renga With Basho Carpe Diem - Meditation # 64

Basho










feeling holy
the tears that stain
fallen leaves
my boat is so small
must you take that too







withering wind
is the fragrance still attached
to the late-blooming flower
her lack lustre petals torn
she had not  noticed


sweeping the garden
the snow forgotten
by the broom
like so many forgotten
by their families

the paulownia leaf
moves on the autumn wind
frost in the ivy
a cold thought flying in the breeze
a lonely time for the homeless




under a crescent moon
the ground is hazy
with blackwheat flowers
field mice scuttle about
gorging themselves with seeds

cattle shed
dark sound of mosquitoes
in summer heat
blow flies buzzing about
the steaming cow pats