autumn morning
a silent fly
birth of a lamb
the mother eats
delight you
with wildflowers
harvest gift
it withers in the world
faintly white
people working fields
in a wide field of flowers
on her stone
chasing after
out of the way
blossoms
the snail dances
he decides to colour
dried sardines
sing, quail!
the butterfly
behind
migrating servants
across her lips
this autumn evening
thunderstorm
under the evergreen
welling up
in spring rain
blooming
rising from my teacup
by the hearth
yet no trace of this
cool spring breeze
chilly wind
not knowing the bird
stirs a cool breeze
my dear old village
even the gods
blossoms
thunderstorm
like a dream
one by one
just to say
some can sing
autumn dusk
spring rain
the way the light changes
the chess pieces
crescent moon
it could belch
polishing my teeth
a lovely thing to see
a koi gulps
spindly bones
does the red dawn
the moon piercing
by my smoke
the blossoming plum!
rises unnoticed
snail?
