The leafless cherry,Old as a toothless woman,Blooms in flowers,Mindful of its youth.
From all directionsWinds bring petals of cherryInto the grebe lake.
On a journey,Resting beneath the cherry blossoms,I feel myself to be in a Noh play.
From all these trees-in salads, soup, everywhere-cherry blossoms fall.
A lovely spring nightsuddenly vanished while weviewed cherry blossoms.
The oak tree standsnoble on the hill even incherry blossom time.
Photos, courtesy of our cherry blossoms, haiku courtesy of Basho.