It has been some time since I posted a haiku, let alone posted, so I think I shall post a few of my favorites from Matsuo Bashō. Translated from the original language. Wake, butterfly-- it's late, we've miles to go together. Has it returned, the snow we viewed together? How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God. First winter rain-- I plod on, Traveller, my name. #haiku #poetryposting
Kult: +30
Kull: +15
Total: 45
Ratio: 2.00

