He's a perfect guest poet today, because I'm without my laptop, and writing on my Kindle Fire is a little dicey.
I had to run out and do an errand in tonight's cold rain, so when I was looking for a Basho poem to post, this one seemed particularly appropriate:
A Cold Rain Starting
A cold rain starting
And no hat --
Just one more note about haiku in translation. I found this one online. I'm sure if I look it up in one of my collections, it would be (maybe very) different.