Matsuo Basho -Haiku Poems

Meeting they laugh and laugh

the forest grove

the many fallen leaves

The moon on the water says what I think

A leaf rises to the tree

or maybe its a butterfly 

The thief it behind

the moon at the window

The sound of an oar beating the waves

chills my bowels through

and I weep in the night

A butterfy flits

All alone - and on the field

A shadow in the sunlight