In spring rainIn spring rain bird calls darken, mountains are no more. Report SPAM Read more about In spring rain Log in or register to post comments
MoonbeamsMoonbeams cross over thin ice — yet don"t get wet. Report SPAM Read more about Moonbeams Log in or register to post comments
In mountain scrubIn mountain scrub, the rustle of evening showers. Report SPAM Read more about In mountain scrub Log in or register to post comments
Bringing the moonBringing the moon through my door of black pine: a water rail. Report SPAM Read more about Bringing the moon Log in or register to post comments
Summer rainsSummer rains plant mountain paddies with clouds. Report SPAM Read more about Summer rains Log in or register to post comments
And had he been out?And had he been out? Still I would hate to leave his snowy home. Report SPAM Read more about And had he been out? Log in or register to post comments
Gathering cloudsGathering clouds cannot contain the moonlight in hailstones. Report SPAM Read more about Gathering clouds Log in or register to post comments
Far-flowing waterFar-flowing water — and wild geese sent off by swaying willows. Report SPAM Read more about Far-flowing water Log in or register to post comments
That sound of thunderThat sound of thunder storming at my eaves — was hailstones. Report SPAM Read more about That sound of thunder Log in or register to post comments
A Bell, aloneA bell, alone — on a snowy evening, below a mountain. Report SPAM Read more about A Bell, alone Log in or register to post comments