Renga with Basho – writing in north norfolk

A Mark on the Wall

path of the sun the hollyhock leans into early summer rain gathering between petals […]

missing a wife putting on bamboo grass a bachelor’s life […]

all the day long- yet not long enough for the skylark, singing, singing into the dusky shadows […]

autumn coolness each peeling with our hands melons and eggplant melon seeds drip from fingers […]

with every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow rusty orange wings dancing […]

blossoms at their peak the mountain the same as always at daybreak the sky ribboned with pink clouds […]