mirrored in the pond
your face and my face - 
but I'm here alone

-o0o-

at the second tee
the sparrows are fluttering
in the sprinkler's spray

-o0o-

early morning mist
around the loch trees take shape -
the promise of sun

-o0o-

pulling petals off
he loves me, he loves me not -
best out of three?

-o0o-

now the gentle wind
releases a tiny leaf
to the flowing stream

-o0o-

freed from his tack
the pony rolls on the grass
hoofs punching the air

-o0o-

after the rainstorm
the evening sky clears, a moon
in every puddle

-o0o-

memory failing
and no one left to confirm
how things used to be

-o0o-

Winter solitude/in a world of one colour/the sound of the wind
MATSUO BASHO
1644-94

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NEXT POST  SUNDAY 17th FEBRUARY