Haikusday #2

Haikusday has returned, chickadees.
Here are some by Basho:


Weathered bones
on my mind,
a wind-pierced body.


Midfield,
attached to nothing,
the skylark singing.


Not this human sadness,
cuckoo,
but your solitary cry.


Coolness:
the clean lines
of the wild pine.


How admirable!
to see lightning and not think
life is fleeting.