Strange Voices

how different
the sound of this strange river
calling our names


late night
the sleepy hills
still telling us stories

Linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, where Basho’s journey to the Deep North (Oku no Hosomichi) continues. While climbing Mt. Nikko, Basho squeezes behind the cascade of Urami-no-taki, the Rear View Falls.
Previous posts in this series are HERE

32 thoughts on “Strange Voices

  1. Both excellent haiku, but the first one resonates most with me. Here in the NW, our Native American myths include a lot of meaning attached to hearing your name on the beaks of owls, the wind, or any moving water.


  2. Wonderful. I would rather listen to the voice of water than the voice of a human … especially deep into the night. What lulling magic.


  3. Beautiful, both of these. I love the river that calls your name and then the sleepy hills that continue telling stories. They have a mythological feel to them.


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