Under the Bashō 2014Modern Haiku

 

loading his bicycle

on the bus

a dozen roses

 

 

withered field. . .

here, there

a ground squirrel

 

 

the rash words

of our argument

stinging nettles

 

 

spring shadows

the hollow sound

of bamboo

 

 

her bare feet

on the path ahead

hummingbird sage