seven moments of reflection

All along this road 
not a single soul – only 
autumn evening comes 

This dark autumn 
old age settles down on me 
like heavy clouds or birds 


The morning glories 
bloom, securing the gate 
in the old fence 


Through frozen rice fields, 
moving slowly on horseback, 
my shadow creeps by 


I'm a wanderer 
so let that be my name – 
the first winter rain 

basho 1644 - 1694


Someone is living there;
smoke leaks through the wall,
in the spring rain.
 
Lighting one candle
with another candle;
an evening of spring.

buson 1716 - 1783

the images used to support the haiku were obtained from all over the net. my thanks to those uncredited individuals for their lovely work.