On Buson’s Portrait of Basho

Old grinner,
what's under your sky blue cap?
Not haiku!

Haiku: Moon

The autumn moon glides

on its blade of light - leaving

no scratch on the night.

Two Haiku: Mushrooms

 

Like the tops of skulls —

as my shadow would have said —

don’t you dare eat them!

Two, together, kiss —

a third is all by itself —

a jealous lover!