Haiku

This world of dew
is only a world of dew—
and yet

(Following the death of his child (Poet Kobayashi Issa)


spring breeze--
the pine on the ridge
whispers it


the war lord
forced off his horse...
cherry blossoms


sharing tree shade
with a butterfly...
friends in a previous life

dancing butterflies--
my journey is forgotten
for a while

the nightingale sings--
no trace of a country
accent


nightingale--
for the emperor too
the same song

holding up
the hazy moon...
willow tree

(All the above by Issa)

tiny white doves fall
slowly from the heavy sky
wings melt on my skin

(Poet?)