Mt. Shasta
Photo by Katy Brown, Davis
Mountain path —
sun rising
through plum scent.
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Violets —
how precious on
a mountain path.
•••
Do not forget the plum,
blooming
in the thicket.
•••
Spring air —
woven moon
and plum scent.
•••
Behind the virgins'
quarters,
one blossoming plum.
•••
How terrible
the pheasant's call —
snake-eater.
•••
Poet grieving over shivering
monkeys, what of this child
cast out in autumn wind?
(Today's poetry was from On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho, translated by Lucien Stryk)
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—Medusa
Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)
—Medusa
Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)