BASHO’S DEATH POEM

Answering a challenge to condense three of Basho’s wonderful ku into one.  To see the whole challenge visit the original post

It is unexpectedly cold tonight and I am curled up under two quilts, wondering how I came to be in this unknown place.  The moon is lost among drifting stars that call to me with a strange intensity.

falling sick
in a field of dry grass
autumn wandering

 

 

GIFTED…

I planted a small deciduous Azalea in the front garden when we first came here.  I didn’t have much hope that it would survive because our soil is poor and damp, and at one stage I thought it was dead.  But this spring these beautiful, tightly furled buds are finally open, looking like crushed silk.

a geisha
swirls the creases
from her kimono