I come weary
In search of an inn
Ah! these wisteria flowers.

I am drawn to this haiku by the intense feeling that grabbed me as I read it I can feel the intense need and then the unexpected finding of relief in a blooming wisteria . Reading this haiku I feel both joy and a wisp of sadness.

Herd of wild hogs run
Multitudes of babies follow
Black and glistening.

I must confess, I once removed a dead stalk from my doctor’s waiting room plant. One of those tall evergreen tropical plants.