A stream
flowing thru the town
and the willows along it
As if nothing had happened
the crow
and the willow
On a withered branch
a crow is perched
this spring evening
Yield to the willow
all the loathing
all the desire of your heart
From the willow tree
on the road over the moor
day begins to darken
It dosnt seem
very anxious to bloom
this plum tree at the gate
Another blossom of the plum
and that amount
more warmth
The two plum trees
I love their blooming
one early, one late
How it smells
the plum tree next door
but I cannot see it
The flowering branch of the plum
gives its scent
to him who broke it off
In the moon light
the white plum tree becomes again
a tree of winter
The plum blossoms having fallen
how loney
the willow tree
In the intervals
of rough wind and rain
the first cherry blossoms
Under the cherry blossoms
none are
utter strangers
The pine tree of Karasaki
more dim and vague
than the cherry blossoms
What a strange thing
to be thus alive
beneath the cherry blossoms
A fallen flower
flew back to its branch !
no it was a butterfly
The cherry blossoms
that pleased me so much
have vanished from the earth
The brushwood
though cut for fuel
is beginning to bud
Gathering all the waters of spring
the swift
Mogami river
Silence in the foothills
broken by the rain
last years pine cones
Silence in the foothills
then the sound of pine cones
raining down
Pine cones raining down
the silence in the foothills
is broken
The sound of heavy rain
pine trees
dropping last years cones
Raining down breaking
the silence in the foothills
last years pine cones.
Most of these are from R H Blyth’s Haiku (4 vols), published by the Hokuseido press.
