DAY of the DEADKU

GUESS! Which Haiku belong to ancient dead japanese masters, and which belong to ME!


1.
The underbrush where doe
lead me into chase
is too thick.

2.
Dark water-
courdoury music pronouced
over the sound of diamonds.

3.
First Crops:
my pillow fluffed up high
i gulp down rice and tea.

4.
Feeling winter on the wind-
tiny yellow leaves
stand little chance.

5.
In squares of sunlight
cats rest; if they have
tasted future, I'll never know.

6.
I give my name back
as I step in
this eden of flowers.

7.
Blow if you will
fall wind- the flowers
have all faded.

8.
No ember-
Rain turns fire to smoke.
Steel blue tendrils swing a moist dream.