Your name is the secret slowly distilled
from hilltops shadowed by clouds, from rain
at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled,
from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain.
Anointed in attar and musk, your name
was whispered to stars the day you were born;
and taken by rivers, by wind it was claimed,
your name is since then forever adorned
with crocus in spring, in summer: lavender bloom
with apples in fall, in winter with snow;
your name is persistent, it’s imminent doom,
the wailing of storms and afterward — glow
Some call you landscape or simply our earth
I know you’re phoenix from death into birth.
summer morn sunshine
and my lady’s still snoring —
sipping my tea
Frank hosts haibun Monday today at dVerse and inspires us to write something inspired by both Shakespeare and Basho. I went and found a sonnet I wrote a while ago, and when I saw how much nature it was I thought that maybe this is could be a sonnet by Basho writing about nature, and then I added a “haiku” that could have been written by Shakespeare.
April 27, 2020