Early Summer

It’s early summer. The mornings are cool, heating up by noon. What is there to say? It’s a time of easy being best summed up by the great Haiku poets Basho, Buson and Issa.

A bee

Staggers out

of the peony.

Basho

That snail

one long horn, one short,

what’s on his mind?

Buson

What a strange thing!

to be alive

Beneath cherry blossoms.

Issa

Wishing you many moments of delicate seeing