I read two haiku today. Two pearls that I consider the best haiku I have ever read, both by Chiyo-ni, a nun and poet, and medical doctor if I remember correctly.
Usually, I am fond of reviewing and analysing. These haiku need neither: they stand alone on their merits. Beautifully.
lies within the listener-
a cuckoo's call
the truth is
the flower hates people
I do not know if I even dare attempt a tanka in her honour. Of course that is just an introduction to the homage below:
in-between the sound of the cucko's call
and a lone flower
I found a path that led me
because I let myself be led