Two Haiku

Midnight frost–
I’d borrow
the scarecrow’s shirt.

— by Basho

Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment.

— by Buson

Reading a book of haiku is different than reading one. You start to realize they are more like a diary than an individual work of art. Some are funny. Some simply notice something. Some record the feeling of the season. Some are about feeling old. I hope you enjoy these two.

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