Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.
The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
Goes the heron’s cry.
(Matsuo Basho)
More Poetry from Matsuo Basho:
Matsuo Basho Poems based on Topics: Autumn, Morning, Spring, Cry, Sadness, Name- None is travelling (Matsuo Basho Poems)
- Collection of Six Haiku (Matsuo Basho Poems)
- In this world of ours, (Matsuo Basho Poems)
- This old village (Matsuo Basho Poems)
- Bitter-tasting ice - (Matsuo Basho Poems)
- Cold night: the wild duck (Matsuo Basho Poems)