····a winter’s night pours from the moon’s
The moon wanes tonight to a thin thread. Tomorrow night it will be all but gone. I think our barn owl has come back to visit us again this winter.
Once again I write this during the last minutes before midnight. Tomorrow, I’ll have some haiku to write about; but tonight’s captures, perhaps, something of the strangeness I admire in Basho’s haiku.
91 February 5th 2016 | bottlecap