My response to Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #80: Memory Lane: Utabukuro (or poem bag) The haiku I admire is: In the basin, as I wash my face, there rises autumn’s shadow. Natsume Soseki (translated by Makoto Ueda, from Modern Japanese Haiku: An Anthology) I have written my own haiku in the same style but about spring: On the […]