at the full moon's
rising, the silver-plumed
reeds tremble

scatter layer
by layer, eight-layered
cherry blossoms!

the tree cut,
dawn breaks early
at my little window

In the coolness
of the empty sixth-month sky...
the cuckoo's cry.

The taste
of rain
—Why kneel?

The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house.

Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.

sudden showers ~
a rose petal on the sidewalk
drifts away

Young man stretches
for hibiscus flowers
heart-red they grace my bed

scent of plum blossoms
on the misty mountain path
a big rising sun