Wednesday, 23 November 2011

In love with dusk

'' Beige is the colour of butterscotch, beaches and biscuits. Grey is the colour of the truth..''

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Withered field

Turn this way!
I too feel lonely
late in autumn.

Winter solitude -
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.

Along this way,
no travellers.
Dusk in autumn.

In my new clothing
I feel so different, I must
look like someone else.

The moon is about to appear,
with their hands on their knees.
All present tonight

Clouds now and again
give a soul some respite from
moon - gazing - behold.

A caterpillar,
this deep in fall -
still not a butterfly. 

How admirable!
to see lightning and not think
life is fleeting.

A strange flower
for birds and butterflies
the autumn sky.

A field of cotton -
as if the moon
had flowered. 

On my travels, stricken -
my dreams over the dry land 
go on roving.

Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.

Dark night -
Plover crying
For its nest.

Haiku poems by Matsuo Basho 
1 st. November 2011.

Friday, 18 November 2011


The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass..