Re-reading the little book I put together a couple of years ago, of my favorite haiku - old haiku masters, not the modern "funny" haiku (much of which isn't nearly as funny as its writers think it is). Something about the imagery of the old haiku masters - mostly Basho, Buson, Issa, Shiki - touches me at this time of year. Mostly very, very simply, like Hokusai sketches (and I used a lot of Hokusai sketches to illustrate it for myself); a sense of looking at snapshots of time and place.
A powerful wind embraces
the ancient cedars.
All the baby spiders
to make a living.
Another very long day. I'll hit Kaiser on my way to school for a flu shot, looking forward to a night slaying monsters in Azeroth.