Carpe Diem’s Renga With Basho #7 I’m a wanderer

the shallows –
a crane’s thighs splashed
in cool waves   

afternoon light dancing
through the shadows

the dragonfly
can’t quite land
on that blade of grass

wind teasing the air
leaves saunter about

by the old temple,
peach blossoms;
a man treading rice

sky echoes in waves of pink
night’s veil silently encroaches

all the day long-
yet not long enough for the skylark,
singing, singing

each cadence stirs the night air
giving life to the darkness

autumn moonlight–
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut

the ruffle of an owl’s wings
haunting cry of success

I’m a wanderer
so let that be my name –
the first winter rain

I draw my cloak around me
and move on, and move on


Haiku © Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)