Words of old Read more about Words of oldLog in or register to post comments Words of old — whispered today by wind in the reeds.
Summer rains Read more about Summer rainsLog in or register to post comments Summer rains — mere trickles when falling in thick forest.
Overwhelming Read more about OverwhelmingLog in or register to post comments Overwhelming my memory — blossoms at dusk.
Dark spots Read more about Dark spotsLog in or register to post comments Dark spots on hemp-white shore sand? Plovers.
Fallen to the ground Read more about Fallen to the groundLog in or register to post comments Fallen to the ground like those words of old — glowing leaves.
Morning showers Read more about Morning showersLog in or register to post comments Morning showers dangle from the moon far and wide.
Blow again Read more about Blow againLog in or register to post comments Blow again — and the closer the better, autumn wind.
No wind in sight Read more about No wind in sightLog in or register to post comments No wind in sight, but fallen leaves swirl beneath the trees.
No hint of wind Read more about No hint of windLog in or register to post comments No hint of wind — but waiting in the bamboo is morning snow.
The Pond, clear Read more about The Pond, clearLog in or register to post comments The pond, clear with cold mountain water — reflecting snow.