Haiku

Today, as I take a day-long haiku class on campus, I offer some of my favorite Basho haiku.

A cicada shell;
It sang itself
Utterly away.

The sea darkens—
a wild duck’s call
faintly white

spring rain—
down along a wasps’ nest, water
leaking through the roof

at autumn’s end
still with hope for the future
green tangerines

deep-rooted leeks
washed spotlessly white—
how cold!

image:   Christie B. Cochrell, Grasses, York