the frog and I
exchange glances
both motionless
end of summer
school bell rings-
a mothers tear
dawn approaches
sky turns pink and blue-
I awake
three flies circling
the frog
two flies circling
mountains rise
clouds darken the sky
I sit and cry
end of summer
school bell rings-
empty cereal bowls
Haibun - Autumn Night
In the coolness of an autumn night
I saw what Basho and Buson knew.
The wonders and the joys of nature.
As I listened to the sounds surrounding me
I thought this is a haiku moment.
autumn moon...
a frogs voice
stills the crickets