Wednesday Verse

Six Haiku
by Yosa Buson (1716-1783)

1
White lotus--
the monk
draws back his blade.

2
Such a moon--
the thief
pauses to sing.

3
It pierces through me
to stumble in our bedroom
on my dead wife's comb.

4
Avoiding fishnet
and fishing lines,
moon on the water.

5
At the old pond
the frog is aging
among falling leaves

6
Plum blossoms scent
rising higher,
the moon's halo.