Smoke of burning leaves and pine cones drew me on, touching something deep inside. Then the moon rose, shining on the sea, day turned suddenly to night.
~Matsuo Basho, “Narrow Road to the Interior” translated by Sam Hamill
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cold moon
the sweet smell of woodsmoke
from down the road
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©️2019 Ontheland
The Basho quote is excerpted from Frank Tassone’s day 10 selection for November with Basho. I’m plodding far behind with Frank’s November tour through Basho’s “Narrow Road to the Interior”. This haiku came to me on Thursday night when I stepped outside. My savouring of woodsmoke is a somewhat guilty pleasure as I am aware we don’t need more particulates in the atmosphere.
Ontheland 
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #1 (12/7/19): Janice’s latest haiku Inspired by my November with Basho!
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Thank you, Frank :))
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My pleasure! 🙂
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What a nice idea to draw haibun with your own haiku from Basho’s journal.
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I’ve been enjoying the process…both the writing and an opportunity to get to know some of an ancient classic. I imagine I could choose my own project but following Frank’s selections gives me a nudge to push through to find a personal connection in Basho’s journey when it is far from obvious at first.
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I have Journey to the Interior here. I keep meaning to read it again. I may just follow your lead. I am in a dry period at present, writing is not flowing.
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I hope it helps…I have been going through a difficult period myself…adjusting to winter I think.
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I seem to have decided to respond to some of the haiku in The Moon in the Pines book.
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You are connecting beautifully to Winter in this imagery filled haiku Janice
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Thank you 🙂 I imagine the smell of woodsmoke could bring up different feelings in the context of summer wildfires.
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