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PatchWorks salutes 3 classical masters
Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) wrote
On a withered bough/ A crow alone is perching/ Autumn evening now
Yosano Buson (1716-1784) writing about the puffer also called blowfish, swell fish,globefish, fugu
I cannot see her tonight/Ihave to give her up/So I will eat fugu
Masaoka Shiki (1869-1902) representing the verse as an independent poem called haiku - wrote
The wild geese take flight/Low along the railroad tracks/In the moonlight night
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A TOUCH OF GREEN St Patricks day march early morning flying before me stilness cirrus pink and white red ROOSTERS CROW awakening to church spire home alone at dusk tall and statuesque
STORMY WEATHER the smell of winter rain snowflakes fall bear hug cold nip at my ear PURPLE SHAMROCK june dampness the catch
Except for references to works
of the three classical masters,
all haiku written by gillena cox;
a touch of green
the common theme
also at Photohaiku Gallery
chirping birds celebrate
sunrise
i continue walking
butterfly alights
the early hours
shrill whistle; now cawing
as dawn gives way to morning
resurrection morn
catches the eye
St Valentine's Day
the distant sounds of roosters
and my CD spins
touching the sky
seemingly
the clock ticks
louder
the pruned mango tree
a shadowy topiary
this tree where a lone bird sits
not even one leaf
lightning
fishes dart about
the pond
also at www.worldhaikureview.org sept03
sound of thunder
and; of the rain
against the window
wings span; resting
monarch butterfly
catches my eye
candles burn bright
the darkness returns 9/11
shroud of memory
also at http://www.wordmachine1.com/WorldWall12FG.html
a streak of lightening
the red bus wheel after wheel
curves off the main street
in October
deyas and strings of holly
store decorations
LILY OF THE VALLEY
lily of the valley
grandmother's cupboard
the sparkle of diamonds
in the ballroom
also published at Haiku World
cupped hands
catch a mitt full
january showers
morning serenade
two friends united
in time
I drift a little bit but
windswept trees yield
also published at charnwood webworks gallery
awaken by
the mosquito's song
shelled peanuts
at cricket

