Under the Bashō 2016Stand-alone Hokku

 

teasing me,
this humid breeze . . .
chatting tin



night breeze . . .
the whisper of heaven's
river



this wind . . .
a wounded leopard
in tall grass



volcano . . .
the whisper of a
thousand fish



your smile . . .
weaving clouds into
a dream



without song,
the river's stones . . .
high noon



the same dark
hour as another . . .
thick silt



haunting,
the loon's cry at dusk . . .
this wind

 

dew drops . . .
wishing the night
was longer


shriveled plants . . .
not enough, bowing
to clouds