A number of years ago, I put together a book of my favori...

A number of years ago, I put together a book of my favorite haiku, from the 18th and 19th century Japanese haiku masters. (Not modern haiku, facetious or otherwise).

At the turn of the seasons, I'll go back and read those that fall in with the time of the year.

First day of spring.
I keep thinking about
the end of autumn.
- Basho

Thus spring begins:
old stupidities repeated,
new errors invented.
- Issa