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Two geese flying low
Descend toward their reflections
Evening approaches.



Quiet winter pond
Swans sail on their reflections
Through the melting ice.


When the frog jumped in
Basho’s venerable pond,
Which one made the sound?

My perhaps irreverent response to one of the most famous haiku ever written, the “frog pond” of Basho:

Old pond
A frog jumps in…
The sound of water.


Curls of autumn mist
Rising from the lake at dawn
The water exhales.

The Flock

Migration rest stop:
A flotilla of wild geese
Navigates the pond.

For One Shot Wednesday, Week 20


Swallows dip in flight
To kiss their own reflections
On the autumn pond.