beautiful, delicate adorned in dew the noble blossoms of gentlewomen Basho

flowers ignoring the partygoers are in full bloom Basho

scent of blossoms on a mountain trail sunrise Basho

waves of heat shimmering above the dry grass Basho

wake up, wake up! I would love to be your friend little sleeping butterfly Basho

the fragrance of orchids from a butterfly's wings perfuming my clothes Basho

the human heart wanders too migrating birds Issa

quiet as a flower drinking morning tea Basho

a poem of two stars written on his arm Issa

drink up making a flower vase out of a wine bottle Basho

the fragrance of roasting tea yellow roses Basho

even in the gutters wildflowers have sprouted Issa

a series of storybooks for children the scent of plums Basho

flowers leaning into the path of the sun early summer rain Basho

preparing a field for hemp blossoms the roar of a powerful storm echoing Basho

summer rain quickly gathering into the river Basho

wildflowers celebrating the rain Ogawa

a fading sun shimmering heat lingering Basho

finally a clear sky but no moon in sight summer mountain Issa

floating upon the waves of a lake summer world Basho

the moon by the river is just sliver summer evening Issa

whispers gently through an open window first firefly Issa

in a field of grass every flower is an achievement Basho

alone at sunrise lotus blossoms Issa

rising up from a mountain of trash a small butterfly Issa

secluded behind the waterfall summer retreat begins Basho

a hot sun taken into the sea by the river Basho

a journey for moon viewing departs at dawn Basho

I regret I was not a bird to knock at your door Basho

trees filled with vibrant birds lush blossoms Issa

first celebrate the flowers in your heart Basho

teasing me then rushing away first firefly Issa

in a burst of lightning holding in the darkness a paper candle Basho

a butterfly joins me sharing a tree's shade like old friends Issa

be inspired by poetry be perfected by music Confucius

again the river blooms yellow roses Issa

drinking wine in the shadow of scattered blossoms Basho

first firefly passes by and vanishes again Issa

nothing has been compared to the crescent moon Basho

the day is fleeting as is the life of the dragonfly Issa

fragrance of an orchid from a butterfly’s wings perfuming my clothes Basho

which of the flowers are for a grass pillow? in a herb garden Basho

a serene night, beneath the cherry trees a wave of blossoms Basho

you are not a waste of resources

without you cherry blossoms are just blossoms Issa

let your words define who you are in your heart

a night of love on the mountain spring rain Issa

the sunset bell was not heard spring evening Basho

flowers leaning into the path of the sun early summer rain Basho

time and time again, the cherry tree thrives on fallen blossoms Basho