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CARPE DIEM HAIKU On the Trail with Basho Encore: Flowering Tea Leaves

On the Trail with Basho Encore 5
a falling sound
that sours my ears
plum rain
Tr. Jane Reichhold

By Kristjaan (Chevrefeuille)
rain of summer
cherishes my naked body  
after the heat

I’m traveling back to 2013 for my own encore 
because I feel that the haikus 
I wrote then are in the spirit of Basho. 
Plus my audience of readers is different from then.  
So here they are-


waiting, wondering   
hot water poured, more waiting 
how will it appear?



flowering tea leaves
presented for our pleasure
of viewing and tasting

sharing with Kristjaan'a


Hoosier Quote:
“The more articulate, the less said,” 
‘is an old Chinese proverb which I just made up myself.’
~Don Herold~


Comments

Unknown said…
Flowering teas touch us as haiku do...with all our senses:)
Gillena Cox said…
oh yes, i'v tasted the flowering jasmine tea, and its quite nice waiting to see the blooms open in the water

much love....
Both haiku are great Nonnie. Your first is full of "karumi" (lightness) Basho's main core in his last years. Well done.

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