Credits: Yamato Province, Woodblock print
Travelling in Yamato Province, I stayed overnight in a farmer’s house. The master of the house was very kind and hospitable.
shaded by blossoms
it is like song in a play
resting on a journey
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
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scent of Jasmine
the sound of a gurgling brook
peace of mind
© Chèvrefeuille
During on of Basho’s first pilgrimages, when he travelled alone, he often found hospitality. In this haiku he praises the beauty of his host’s garden but also his kindness. We’ve all at one time or another been travelling and hosted by a kind soul who makes us feel at home, so, I’ll write about that sensation (or will try to).
At my son’s house in Padua, last Friday, we set under his persimmon tree on the evening of my arrival.
persimmon blossoms
fall on the garden table
drinking lemon beer
relaxing
under the persimmon tree
imagining Vivaldi
© G.s.k. ‘15
The prompt can be found: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
