autumn night—
don’t think your life
didn’t matter
(I received word that my dear friend Claire was near her time here on the earth. Yesterday I visited her home and sat with my friend….held her hand and told her she was loved by many. Thank you, Claire, for being in my life.)
(This poem was written by Basho, who wrote this on the passing of a dear friend. Basho {1644-1694) now acknowledged as the father of modern haiku, is regarded as one of the world’s great lyric poets for his dedication to transforming the haiku form into a testament of human culture.)
