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since it's cool down there
but nightfall brings
the child sleeps

autumn rains
cliffs emerging
in the eaves

impatiently
gives us no sign
leaving the inn

first light snowfall
on the pond
beneath two moons

wilderness stars
autumn cicada

a dinner bell
as it falls, it vanishes
autumn dusk

blossoms at night
vanishing
the bell of transience

sorting old books
this ruined house

gratitude for gifts
shrouded in mist
before me

spring rain
to the south…
leftover rice plants

how cool the feeling
at what age
she looks cold

autumn red
with a wave
hooked to the wind
of the sparrow's song

at the dinner
the moon…
now mine

dream
on the pond
the sound of water

goes out
from the patio door
clinging to dry grasses

still in the rain
how about this
the waning moon
awake

snowstorm
leading into the mist
your hand

cascading
a lantern moving
a busker

washing the saucepans
the night turns long…
the snowman's cheek

red dragonfly
the crescent moon
autumn dusk