Poetic Mondays - haikus

''It's my snow''
I think
And the weight on my hat lightens.


Takarai Kikaku (1661-1707)




A single river streching far
Across the moorland swathed in snow.


Nozawa Boncho (d. 1714)




         A gust of wind,
And the waterbirds
         Become white.


Yosa Buson (1716-1783)



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