Friday, July 3, 2009

The day is settling into dusk. There's a kitten on my lap, worn out by the day's adventure. I have closed the curtains, lit the heater, made a cup of tea. I am reading haiku for winter.

While moon sets
atop the trees,
leaves cling to rain.

Basho


3 comments:

Sailor Lily said...

the best words I ever encountered in 7 years of studying poetry:

The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet, black bough


(e.e. cummings)

Sailor Lily said...

an old blog of mine (no longer in use) may interest you re writing about the gloved generations.
http://nancyspearls.blogspot.com

just a silly thing I started on etiquette. I got bored with it though!

Curvy Kitty said...

I'm glad you mentioned e e - I LOVE that poem. But mine was a book of Japanese poetry... I'm sending over a book on Japan that I'm hoping you'll enjoy.